"They'll come to fear your hands, bloodied on their behalf. They'll use that fear to paint you as a threat that must be controlled for their safety. Such ingratitude"
"I have little need of this. What I truly seek after..." (For a brief moment, his intense gaze seems to transfix you to the spot) "...is not something so easily found."
“In truth, this is somewhat of a homecoming for me. I hail from this land, originally. Of course, I left a long time ago, and have seldom visited these shores since.” (Vayne closes his eyes, recalling times long past. Slowly, he opens them again, returning to the present.)
"Was I not clear that I didn't wish to see you in those rags? Or was it your intent to get my attention in any way you could? I would have thought such measures... unnecessary. I didn't expect you'd feel so neglected."
“Balor Beimnech died in your world a long time ago. Your defeat of the revived one is recorded in the memory of the first night. Moreover, my Geas with the great one has already been rendered null...”
"Seeing you cleave to your principles and hold fast to your words heartens me. It is uncommon to see the spirit of knightly chivalry so wholeheartedly represented."
"They'll come to fear your hands, bloodied on their behalf. They'll use that fear to paint you as a threat that must be controlled for their safety. Such ingratitude"
“...I must say, every time she opens her mouth, she reminds me more of my subordinate, Never backing down when there's a point to be hammered in, ready and willing to spit fire if necessary.”
“So… the curtain is soon to rise on the Night of Beginnings. I suppose it would do no harm to lurk a bit at the place mentioned in the Revelations. At least, it is preferable to sitting idle and looking after that loathsome surrogate vessel.”