May your woes be many, and your days be few.
A phrase Gabriel says before teleporting away in his fights.
Gabriel:Twice?! Beaten by an object… Twice! I’ve only known the taste of victory, but this taste… Is- Is this my blood? I’ve never known such… Such… relief? I- I need some time to think… We will meet again, machine... May your woes be many, and your days be few.