-스포일러 주의-
내가 보려고 모아놓은 칠흑 백업용. 최대한 챙겨서 넣었지만 빠진 부분 있을 수 있음.
지역마다 나오는 독백은 업로드. (거의 다 챙겨서 넣었지만 빠진 부분 있을 수 있음ㅜ)
일어 추후 업로드.
롤퀘스트 미정. (역할군 80 찍을 자신이 솔직히 없음...)
찾아보니 대부분 다 일기장에 있습니다.
>인트로 독백<
From endless dreams, I awake.
Something vague... yet urgent... calls me to action once more.
To dizzying heights it rises, the gleaming spire, its tip threatening to pierce the blinding canopy.
There it will all begin anew. Between Dark and Light, the pure and the corrupt-the one true struggle...
>The Syrcus Trench #4<
Such a proud and vibrant city...
The sole sanctuary for the living in a world all but resigned to oblivion.
Each stone was laid with hope; the town itself a symbol, a monument to defiance in the face of death.
No would-be hero could fail to answer its call.
For who among us does not yearn for salvation?
>Travelers of Norvrandt cutscene<
???: ...You...?
???: I know you... You're the Warrior of Light from the Source!
>The warrior of Darkness...?
???: What? Did you just... You can hear me!?
???: Oh, gods, how long has it been...?
???: ...Aye...aye, that was what I called myself in your world... The “Warrior of Darkness.” Ardbert: My real name is Ardbert. I used an alias in the Source. A daft one, looking back...
>And who are you?
???: What? Did you just... You can hear me!?
???: Oh, gods, how long has it been...? ???: ...“And who are you?” he says. An enemy not worth remembering, apparently... Ardbert: My name is Ardbert. In the First, I was a Warrior of Light, but in the Source you knew me as the Warrior of Darkness.
Ardbert: If you recall my tale, it was my comrades and I who caused the Flood.
Ardbert: We thought our home doomed. And so we listened to the Ascians─let them guide us to the Source, and tried to hasten their godsdamned Ardor.
Ardbert: I remember when we fell, defeated by you and yours. I remember our audience with Minfilia─how she listened to our pleas, and returned our souls to the First.
Ardbert: The Flood was poised to swallow Norvrandt...
Ardbert: Minfilia and my friends, they...they surrendered what little they had left to hold it back. Just faded away...leaving me to bear witness.
Ardbert: Tell me, do you know the year? How much time has passed since we caused the Flood?
Ardbert: A hundred years... A hundred long years...
Ardbert: My hands find no purchase. My gestures catch no eye. And my pleas, be they whispered or screamed, reach not a single ear...
Ardbert: I am a shade, cursed to do naught but drift.
Ardbert: I feel as if I've been walking forever... I hardly noticed when my mind and body began to fray at the edges.
Ardbert: Then “bang,” my senses were sharp again. I felt like a fish being reeled in, and before I knew it, I found myself in this room.
Ardbert: Why is it that you can see me? What are you even doing here, come to that?
Ardbert: You were summoned to save the First?
Ardbert: A waste of time. This world is beyond saving─like those who try to save it.
Ardbert: Muddled as my mind may be, I've not forgotten that. Ardbert: But if fate has brought me to you─the one person in this godsforsaken world who can see and hear me─then perhaps there is a reason I endured.
Ardbert: If I can find out why I was left behind, then maybe...maybe I can bring this journey of mine to an end... Ardbert: Well. I'll be watching, Warrior of Light.
Ardbert: But do me a favor. Be careful out there. This world has had its fill of heroes.
>In search of Alphinaud<
The whistling breeze, mute. The pounding surf, frozen. Time itself takes a breath...
At Light's edge, all is perfectly still. The world captured in a painting; locked in a moment.
Music, faint and fleeting, drifts coastward on the lifeless air...
And in the distance, beyond the broken earth, a city beckons...
>City of Final Pleasures<
Redemption is beyond us.
The lament of all but saints and fools... and the comfort of the lords and ladies of this accursed place.
Once, they held fast against the madness, only to embrace the coming cataclysm and delight in the end of days.
>In Search of Alisaie<
Amh Araeng. From this parched earth the nation of Nabaath Areng once rose.
When I journeyed here, long ago, I spoke with a sun-weathered elder.
He told me Amh Araeng meant "majestic land" in the lauguage of his people.
And so it might still be... were it not for the Light's unrelenting onslaught...
>Warrior of Darkness<
Ardbert: So it's your lot's turn to be the Warriors of Darkness, is it? It's funny how things work out.
Been watching, have you?
Ardbert: Well, I did warn you. I followed you to Eulmore and then on to Amh Araeng. And I was there when you slew the Lightwarden.
These are my "private" quarters...
Ardbert: Aye, I know. Just the place. Ardbert: In case you've forgotten, you're the only one who can see me. If we had one of our little chats in public, people might start thinking you'd lost your wits.
Ardbert: Those white-haired twins who were with you... I remember them from our battle in the Source.
Ardbert: Are they your friends, then? Through thick and thin?
Ardbert: Aye...
Ardbert: Then I suggest you keep them close. It's when you charge ahead trying to save someone else that you end up losing those you love.
Ardbert: Not that you need telling. I'll bet you've lost plenty. But I wonder...what will it cost you this time?
Ardbert: I don't remember when it was that I learned regret wasn't worth the bother.
Ardbert: You get numb to it all over the years. The lost comrades, the broken promises, the abandoned principles─just more nagging burdens to ignore.
>The oracle of light #4<
Not so long ago, here in the shadow of the norhern ranges, lay the great Kingdom of Voeburt.
A nation with a proud history... that the sin eaters cut short. Just like all the rest.
Since that time, these lands have become a haven for fae folk.
Dreamers frolicking amidst the ruins of a forgotten realm.
>The Key to the Castle<
Ardbert: Wake up! Wake up, damn you!
Ardbert: Oh, you're alive! Thank the gods. I don't know where you learned to breathe underwater, but it's lucky you can.
Ardbert: I'm sure you had your reasons, but the first rule of dealing with the Fuath...is do not deal with the Fuath.
Ardbert: It's said that they are born from the souls of the drowned. Were it not for your little trick, you'd have joined them.
Ardbert: Your friends are safely back on dry land, in case you were wondering. They'll be searching for you, I expect. Ardbert: That's the royal capital of the Kingdom of Voeburt down there. It's seen better days.
Ardbert: They were a stubborn lot, the Voeburtites. Set in their ways. But once you got to know them, you couldn't find a more welcoming people.
Ardbert: It always froze over in winter, being up in the mountains. So we'd pull up our chairs round the fire and trade tales over steaming bowls of lamb stew, while the street lamps burned hot and bright outside...
Ardbert: All dead and buried now. Them and anyone else who might remember.
Ardbert: Everything we did...everything we gave... What was it for?
Ardbert: I wond─ I hope you'll have a better answer than this when all's said and done.
>Memento of a Friend<
*세토 이야기를 좀 앞부분부터 따왔습니다.
Seto: You have spoken with my brethren.
Seto: Then you see it is not out of scorn that I deny you the relic...
Seto: I simply cannot bear to see men fight and die. Not anymore. None of us can. To lose one who has placed a gentle hand on us even once fills our hearts with untold sorrow, as my brothers and sisters will readily attest.
Seto: What am I to make of such declarations?
Seto: Tell me, why do you wish this?
Seto: This land is no longer man's to fight for, nor will your doing so compel the fae folk to change. And in order to obtain the other relics, you will already have paid the due price. Naught more is owed.
Seto: Why then would you risk all to face our fallen king?
(선택지가 세 개 쯤 있었는데, 제 기억으로 세계를 구하기 위해서 를 선택했던 거 같네요)
Seto: What...did you say...?
Seto: The very words... Could it be mere coincidence?
Seto: Very well. You may believe what you say, but we shall see if you have the strength to do it.
Seto: Sin eaters have been prowling the area of late. Prove yourself against them, and I will consider giving you the relic.
Seto: See that you are well prepared, then meet me in the clearing to the east.
Seto: There, I will lure out the fiends, that you may slay them.
(전투부분 생략)
Seto: This is not a test of your strength, but a personal request. Please hear my tale.
Seto: A while ago, I fought sin eaters who had wandered into Il Mheg. In the heat of battle, I dropped a prized possession─a medallion. Of all the places that it should fall, it was Longmirror Lake.
Seto: We amaro are not fond of water─we certainly cannot dive very deep. I briefly entertained the thought of turning to the Fuath, but they are more likely to keep my medallion out of mischief than return it to me.
Seto: I had despaired of retrieving my treasure, but having seen what you are capable of, perhaps you will be able to find it.
Seto: While I ponder your request for the shoes, will you not go and search for my medallion? If it should elude even you, I will accept that it is gone forever.
Seto: Ah, you are returned.
Seto: How fared your search?
Seto: Ah! My medallion! You found it!
Seto: Oh, I know not how to thank you. It is my most treasured possession─a gift from a dear, departed soul.
Seto: He was a traveler, and together we journeyed to the ends of the world and back again. When I was young.
Seto: In those days, I could not speak, but we found joy in each other's company nonetheless. Oh, the memories...
Seto: This medallion he found during an adventure─fashioned it into a necklace for me, his “partner in crime.”
Seto: I had not the words to tell him then, but it filled my heart with pride. I was so, so happy...
Seto: His name was Ardbert, and he was my friend.
Urianger: Ardbert, thou sayest...?
Seto: Everyone blamed him for the Flood. Him and his comrades.
Seto: Some few spoke up for them─of the many whose lives they had touched.
Seto: But as the years went by, their voices were drowned out by those who only uttered the adventurers' names as a curse...
Seto: It was too much to bear. And so I left behind men and their lies and came to this place.
Seto: Ardbert was a trusting soul, constantly being drawn into the troubles of others. Yet in spite of this, he never thought twice when he saw someone in need. He always tried to help.
Seto: It was no different then. The world needed heroes─it needed him. And yet...
Seto: He was a good man. He deserved to be happy. I wish I could have told him that, at least...
Seto: You remind me of him. Your kindness...
Seto: When we amaro were created, we were granted the ability to perceive souls. Thus did we recognize our masters.
Seto: That ability has long since faded from our kind. But due perhaps to my reversion, I can see your soul. Faintly but surely.
Seto: It is reminiscent of Ardbert's. Strikingly so.
Seto: Of course, you are you, and no one else. We are defined not by the soul we are born with, but the path we walk.
Seto: Nevertheless...I cannot help but feel that this is more than mere coincidence...
Seto: ...Which is why I will place my faith in you. The relic─it is yours.
>The Wheel Turns<
Ardbert: From the Exarch, is it? With that mirror of his, he can watch your every move, you know. He'll probably think you're talking to yourself.
Ardbert: Still, he's keeping you well-fed.
Ardbert: Judging by his people's faith in him, he seems to be a decent sort.
Ardbert: But so much about him remains shrouded in mystery. Like what was he doing back in my day? There was no such person when I was around.
Ardbert: A lot's happened since the Flood, though. Since I was...set adrift. I know little more than you do of this city's history and the Exarch's past.
Ardbert: Not that it matters. It's Emet-Selch we should be concerned about.
Ardbert: When our world was about to be consumed by Light, the Ascian in white appeared before us. He said that the only way for us to live on was to bring about the Rejoining.
Ardbert: Desperate as we were, we heeded his words, not realizing that the Flood was of the Ascians' own making.
Ardbert: They cannot be trusted. None of them.
Ardbert: But Emet-Selch had one thing right: one should not fight blindly.
Ardbert: That's what we did. And it cost us everything we held dear.
Not everthing.
Ardbert: ...You mean Seto? Well, that's... Aye. I suppose you're right.
Ardbert: He's done some growing. When we were traveling together, he was nowhere near as big.
Ardbert: And he obviously couldn't speak. I had no idea how much that medallion meant to him.
Ardbert: What about you, anyway? You must have a friend like Seto. Chocobo, perhaps? Come on, you tell me something for a change.
Tell me about Seto.
Ardbert: What? What about Seto? What is there to say...? All right.
Ardbert: He's done some growing. When we were traveling together, he was nowhere near as big.
Ardbert: And he obviously couldn't speak. I had no idea how much that medallion meant to him.
Ardbert: What about you, anyway? You must have a friend like Seto. Chocobo, perhaps? Come on, you tell me something for a change.
you're putting me off my dinner.
Ardbert: Oh, poor you! ...But I take your point.
Ardbert: Let's see, then...what's a good topic for mealtime...? Food, I suppose? I could tell you all about Voeburtite cuisine, if you like.
Ardbert: Oh, and there's the time we were forced to collect rare ingredients for some godsforsaken feast. If it sounds ridiculous, it's because it was.
Ardbert: ...What? You too? Haha! Parallel worlds, eh? So what sort of things did you have to fetch, then?
>Into the Dark<
No matter how far he goes, man cannot resist looking back on the path he has walked.
The untold stories and secrets of the past can be more alluring than the promise of tomorrow.
And so he braves the forests of Rak'tika in search of mystery and wonder...
Of Ronka, to which all seekers of hiddden truths are inevitably drawn...
>A Beeautiful Plan<
Ardbert: These paintings...they seem familiar. Depictions of heroes throughout history. The age of gods... The empire of Ronka... And this...
]Ardbert: There was a man. A researcher who pored over these pieces...
Ardbert: He offered us work when we needed it. Slaying beasts, delivering provisions... A funny old bugger, he was, but he had a good heart.
Ardbert: He believed this first painting dated back to a time of myth and legends. A tribute to the heroes of a long-forgotten era.
Ardbert: The story went that it was rediscovered by an explorer from Ronka, who was so struck by its majesty that a second painting was commissioned, commemorating the heroes of their day.
Ardbert: "One day, you will all be here too,“ he said. ”Heroes immortalized forever. Maybe I'll paint you myself!“
Ardbert: I had a good laugh at that. We were only trying to make our way, after all. Being heroes couldn't have been further from our minds.
Ardbert: But it seems...he actually went and did it. Before or after the Flood, I wonder...
Ardbert: Rather faded, isn't it, compared to the others. Or did someone try to scrape it off the wall? Maybe the man himself, once he came to his senses...
Ardbert: Do you suppose your deeds will warrant an addition to this collection? Or some other kind of monument?
Y'shtola: There you are. I have everything I need. Let us quit this place.
Y'shtola: Is something the matter? We should go. The others are waiting.
>Out of the Wood<
Ardbert: So there's a light sealed inside you, is there? You wouldn't know it from the outside. You look the same as you ever did to me.
I must stay the course. For the others.
Ardbert: True enough. Packing up and going home isn't really an option, is it. If you don't face the music here, it'll only come and find you there.
And what if that changes? What if it overwhelms me?
Ardbert: Damned if I know. It's not as if I can lift a finger to help myself, much less you.
Ardbert: Have faith in your friends. Look out for them, and hope that they look out for you. What more can you do?
Then I suppose there's naught to do but rest.
Ardbert: Ah, yes. If they're not asking you to fight they're telling you to rest. Which isn't to say they're wrong. You'll need your strength for what's to come.
Ardbert: ...Think he was telling the truth? Emet, I mean. All that rot about Hydaelyn being no different from any other primal...
Ardbert: If so, what would that make Her “blessing”? Are we just slaves to Her will?
Ardbert: Ahh─let's pay him no mind. Lies are the Ascians' stock-in-trade.
Ardbert: Villains, heroes─all a matter of perspective, they'd have you believe. One man's fond memory another's waking nightmare...
Ardbert: Me, I'm no saint or savior─just another sinner. And I know damn well I'm in no position to judge...
Ardbert: When I saw the people of Slitherbough look up at the sky and celebrate the return of the dark...felt good.
Ardbert: It was moments like that that I cherished─much more than the thrill of adventure. The quiet after the storm.
Ardbert: I always took comfort in that.
>When It Rains<
Crystarium Medic: We need only hold out a little while longer.
Crystarium Medic: Reinforcements are coming, remember? The captain said so. We're going to be all right...
Ardbert: Run! Run, damn you!
Crystarium Medic: The Warrior of Darkness has returned. The bloody night has returned! So stay with me, eh? You can't go dying now!
Ardbert: Godsdammit! Please let this work, please let this work...
Crystarium Medic: No! N-No, stay back! Stay back!
Crystarium Medic: Help, help! Someone, anyone!
Ardbert: Why did you spare me? Why? What have I done to deserve this mercy!?
Crystarium Officer: Forward! Forward! If you can still hold a sword, follow me! Wounded, to the rear!
Crystarium Officer: Weapons at the ready! Let's make this count!
fight and struggle. seek salvation by your own hands.
though the losses be grave, endeure them. though the victories be hollow, claim them.
>The Best way out #2<
Take comfort in the bonds you share. Accept the pain when the time comes to part.
Press on, for joy and sorrow walk hand in hand.
Beyond Mount Garik lie the Hills of Amber, beneath which run hidden veins of mineral wealth.
Or ran, at least. Mayhap they are spent. Or mayhap the ringing of hammers can yet be heard below...
>Crossroads<
Terrified Man: Run for your lives! It's the Flood! The Flood!
Bewildered Man: Look! Th-There's somebody up there! On top of the palace!
Oracle of Light: No. Stand back. Oracle of Light: We shall stay the Flood.
Ardbert: But this is what I want! It's my sacrifice to make! Oracle of Light: Your time has not yet come.
Oracle of Light: When all hangs in the balance, you must give them hope. Ardbert: Minfilia!
....
Oracle of Light: Dearest friend...no words can express my gratitude to you for keeping her safe in these tumultuous times. You are a hero to us both.
Oracle of Light: But not even the most valiant heroes can stand alone.
Oracle of Light: Only together may you change the fate of two worlds.
>More than a Hunch<
>So this is where you've been hiding.
>Why did you stay behind?
Ardbert: Sometimes the dead would rather not be disturbed. But enough about me─what of Amh Araeng?
Ardbert: I see. Minfilia's gone, then.
Ardbert: Which means the reason I must suffer this purgatory shall forever remain a mystery
Ardbert: What's the matter? Are you all right? Ardbert: What...what just happened?
>There... there was something Minfilia said to me...
>Not even the most valiant heroes can stand alone...
Ardbert: Minfilia said my time had not yet come. That I still had a role to play.
Ardbert: Not even the most valiant heroes can stand alone...
Ardbert: No─ No, it couldn't be. There's only one hero in this room, and it is not me. I'm just a shadow, cursed to wander.
The view from Above
Ardbert: It's alive.
Ardbert: I don't know if you remember, but when we first met in this world, I was all but spent.
Ardbert: I never thought to wonder why until now.
Ardbert: I think it all just got to be too much.
Ardbert: The guilt of causing the Flood... Knowing everyone hated me... But the worst thing was the solitude.
Ardbert: Time wears you down, aye...but solitude eats away at you. It was this close to finishing me off. But as bad as it got, and as empty as I felt...I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like for Emet-Selch.
Ardbert: All of which is a long way of saying: don't make a choice that leaves you alone. Nothing is worth that─especially not eternity.
We rode the ladder too, My comrades and I, Once upon a time.
Watched the horizon grow and the town shrink below us...
Awed and terrified in equal measure, we ascended without a word,
The silence broken only by the rhythm of the gears.
No one but me remembers that day.
Remembers our journey... and our end.
Retread the path- seek and you may yet find...
Extinguishing the Last Light #1
>대사 없음
Extinguishing the Last Light #8
Ardbert: Ah. Finally.
Was it just a dream?
Ardbert: You're confused, and small wonder.
What happened?
Ardbert: After you collapsed, Emet-Selch vanished.
Ardbert: Then Ryne did what she could to stay the raging of the Light within your body.
Ardbert: Thanks to her, you're still you, but she's only delayed the inevitable.
Ardbert: You're not going to like what you see, but you still need to see it.
Ardbert: It's like this all over. The whole of Norvrandt is shrouded in Light again.
Ardbert: And it's because of you and the power you absorbed from the Wardens.
Ardbert: No one knows but your friends.
Ardbert: When they carried you down from the mountain, they told everyone waiting below that they didn't understand why the Light had returned.
Ardbert: And now they're out there trying to allay the people's fears while searching for a way to save you.
Ardbert: If you're well enough to be up, you're well enough to get some fresh air. Better that than stewing in here. Go on. Go.
>In His Garden<
Ardbert: The people of this city have spirit, I'll give them that. They've not lost the will to fight.
Ardbert: I can imagine how torn you must feel, looking at that sky. Knowing what it means to everyone...and that you're responsible.
The secrecy is worse. I'd rather people knew.
Ardbert: If you're thinking of coming clean, don't. It might make you feel better, but it would make things a hundred times worse for them. They're better off not knowing.
I still can't believe it's coming from me.
Ardbert: Neither can I, to be honest.
Ardbert: But you heard what the Ascian said: the Light you shine will warp the world around you whether you like it or not. Even Y'shtola and Ryne had to concede that point.
It's all such a mess.
Ardbert: Aye. An all too familiar one. Here you stand alone, expecting no one else to bear the burden for you.
Ardbert: You're in a corner, and there doesn't seem to be any obvious way out.
Ardbert: ...But that doesn't mean it's over. However hopeless it seems, you haven't lost yet.
Ardbert: I remember looking up at the sky like this before─being caught up in a strange kind of calm.
Ardbert: It was after we realized we were responsible for the Flood. When we resolved to journey to the Source by taking our own lives.
Ardbert: One last sacrifice, one last fight...one last failure. And then the Oracle appeared and...well. You know the rest.
Ardbert: There were times in the years and decades that followed when I wondered if we might not've been better off just letting the Rejoining happen.
Ardbert: That we'd made one last mistake...
Ardbert: But seeing that giant Talos stir to life cured me of any doubts I still had.
Ardbert: Always. Always we took the burden of fighting upon ourselves. That's what heroes do, isn't it?
Ardbert: So we never had the chance to see anything like that─our people, coming together as one.
Ardbert: To think that their hope still burned so bright...
Ardbert: ...That they were still so eager to live, they would lift up their fellows, one on top of the other, till they reached the sky.
Ardbert: No, we made the right decision. And I can finally feel proud of the part we played in helping this world survive.
Ardbert: Well? Come on, then!
Ardbert: As I thought. What happened between us was no coincidence.
Ardbert: My story may be finished, but the fates have gifted me a minor role in yours.
Ardbert: I suspected as much the moment I realized you could hear me.
Ardbert: But it's hard not to doubt yourself when you're the man who caused the Flood...
Ardbert: I was afraid to do anything more than watch for fear of making things even worse...
Ardbert: ...But no longer. After all, the path I once walked is now yours to finish.
Ardbert: For what it's worth, I cast my lot with yours.
Ardbert: If you need a push, I'll be right there behind you; if you lose control, I'll do my best to stop you.
Ardbert: So─let us be about it, hero.
>The Unbroken Thread.<
...
Ardbert: Careful, now.
Ardbert: If you lose control again, the Light could claim you for good.
Ardbert: Although it's probably only a matter of time before you succumb to the change, in any case.
Ardbert: What do you mean to do?
>I mean to hunt down Emet-Selch.
>I mean to rescue the Exarch.
>I mean to have a few words... with both Emet and the Exarch.
Ardbert: Then we should be on our way. The Ascian mentioned the Tempest, did he not?
Ardbert: That's “the stormy seas around Kholusia” to you. His lair must be down there somewhere, hidden beneath the waves.
>To Storm-tossed Seas #3<
The breath of Bismarck. See how it swells to form a dome beneath the waves...
The waters recede. The Tempest's floor is laid bare.
In defiance of the blinding sky, this place holds fast to its gloom.
The last refuge of he who denies the Light with every fiber of his being.
You stand at the precipice, hero. Journey unto the Heart of Darkness. Finish it.
>The Illuminated Land<
Ardbert: That crystal you showed the artisan...
Ardbert: Was it...? Did it belong to one of my friends?
>I thought you were always watching?
>Miss that part, did you?
Ardbert: I try to give you a measure of privacy... No one wants a spirit looking over their shoulder every moment of the day.
Ardbert: So tell me, if you would. How did you come across that crystal?
Ardbert: It was Lamitt's, then... (Ardbert: I was right, then...)
Ardbert: Strange that I should learn such things now, after they're long gone. They were fine friends, every one of them...
Ardbert: I didn't expect death to teach me so much.
Ardbert: About them, about Seto─about you. About the hope that hides at the heart of this world.
Ardbert: I've never been one for idle chitchat, but if by some miracle I could see them all again, I doubt I'd ever stop talking...
Ardbert: I'm grateful I got to bend your ear, at least. And just for that, I reckon I'll stick with you...to the very end.
>A Greater Purpoes<
Secretariat Clerk: Lamm Skeat...
Hythlodaeus: It seems your turn has come. Pray do not let me keep you.
Hythlodaeus: ...Ah, there was one last thing. You walk with another at your side, yes?
Hythlodaeus: Nay, I see no definite form...just the faintest suggestion of a second soul. I doubt it visible to anyone but me.
Hythlodaeus: Otherwise, I assume only you can see and hear this ethereal companion?
Hythlodaeus: Hm hm hm... Your connection is hardly a coincidence. In our time, the two of you were one─the color of your souls tells the tale.
Hythlodaeus: A hue that distinctive cannot be mistaken, no matter how thin the soul is spread.
Hythlodaeus: Hah! This is just the kind of fate I might expect for one such as he. Surely Emet-Selch has recognized the hint of “him” in you...?
Secretariat Clerk: Lamm Skeat...? Hythlodaeus: Fare you well, my new old friend. May you find what it is you seek.
>Shadowbringhers<
Ardbert: If you had the strength to take another step, could you do it?
Ardbert: Could you save our worlds?
>You know I could!
>What, all by myself?
Ardbert: Take it. We fight as one!
This world is not yours to end...
This is our future. Our story.