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I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.

Let the good that comes out of my death give a meaning to my wasted life.

I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake, as I awaited his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella... and I have never known defeat.

For heros, there are trials. For saints, there are temptations. For me, there is you.

Is it miserable? It seems like it would be. I imagine that it would be miserable, being tormented by guilt over a sin you can’t remember committing.

It was thus I first came to meet those souls who harbored faith, and was able to light that flame. I pray that this flame can show the way forward, that it may give those who crawl the legs to run, that it sheds the darkness, that it reveals the true light of hope.

If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.

Now's the time, good as any other time
Inch closer, whisper the answer

Maybe a town like that hates you just as much as you hate it. Maybe it doesn't want you to be there any more than you do.

If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.

Living is a link to the future. That's how all life works. Loving each other, teaching each other... that's how we can change the world. I finally realized it. The true meaning of life...

The hunters are killers. Killers—nothing more.

Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.

The stars shine pale as bones
The moon is a lifeless corpse, its ocean a gaping wound
The universe... what's left of it... is dying.

I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning. Forever a circle, an inescapable, bleeding hollow in the side of the world.

Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.

So, you are capable of love too… That's truly beautiful. Many in this town are in love, but none of them are loving…

You may go. I, too, am to depart on a journey. Upon the dark path only I may tread.

If I am to flower into something other than myself, I would rather rot into nothingness as I am.

At last I realized that any building is an edifice. A concurrence of planes, lies, rhythms, and temperatures that can become a perfect vessel for a soul. Not a human soul, no; a bigger one! The soul that no man can communicate with yet, for it has no shape, cycle, or voice…

Every breath an art, the dignity to learn it
Can strain and break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, what is love
The blood is love

When I saw the light of his lantern pierce the darkness, I suddenly realized: they are all fighting for our future. And though I might not be as strong as them, I don't wish to remain a bystander. I want to stand with them.

You don’t need anything. You don’t want anything.

I would abandon this soil, with mine order. Wouldst thou come to me, even now, my one and only lord?

I will be alive afterwards, too. My blood will trickle down into the Earth, and I will become a herb. I hope it's swevery...

The stars shine pale as bones
The moon is a lifeless corpse, its ocean a gaping wound
The universe... what's left of it... is dying.

Choose a future, choose a past. You are free. You are the only free man I see here. It's how I fell in love with you.

You don’t need anything. You don’t want anything.

You may go. I, too, am to depart on a journey. Upon the dark path only I may tread.

However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?