Dylan: They found the guards.
Rhade: We don't have time to be subtle or nice anymore. We have to kill him.
Dylan: I take it back. You're not consistently Nietzschean.
Rhade: What do you mean?
Dylan: What's to stop them from killing us, huh? Try a hostage. A high-level hostage.
Rhade: Mr. April, I like the way you think.