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- It's all growing dark...
- Whew. For a moment, I thought I was history.
- My research says...that direction.
- Keep this site secure.
- Hold it. This is the place.
- Perhaps we should leave.
- They're departing that way. Hurry. Get them.
- I need your aid.
- I thank you.
- You're history!
- I look forward to next time.
- You're dumb, and you plagiarized your research.
- Fantastic.
- Hello. Over here!
- (giddy giggle)
- Fascinating. Very fascinating.
- What do you say? You, me, a little romantic stroll through the library...
- Depart this place, or I'll put you in a tomb.
- Bloody Prince Thorn
- More victims?
- Aid your prince. Fight at my side.
- I'll do my best, General.
- I'll make you all bleed!
- That's it? No more?
- I cannot die...
- So many corpses! (laugh)
- Embrace your suffering!
- When the wind shifts, I can smell their blood.
- I miss hearing their screams. Though not as much as seeing their faces while they do it.
- My father will soon know my rage. Oh yes. He will.
- Of course.
- Never!
- That was satisfying.
- Prey! Everywhere! (laugh)
- Take their heads!
- We hold this ground. Nothing gets through!
- You'll drown in your own blood!
- See that? It will soon be mine.
- Peasant. Yes, you. Come here.
- Forces! Rally to me now!
- You. Come to your prince's aid!
- This shall be sufficient. You may finish your gathering.
- Move! Your prince demands more.
- Follow. Your prince commands it.
- This way, peasant.
- Stop.
- Very well. But mislead me, and I will use your skin as a flag.
- Defend your prince. Do it! Now!
- My father's forces! Slay them all.
- (laugh) All shall fall before me.