- Combat -
CYRUS:  (armor ineffective)  My apparel is inadequate.
CYRUS:  (attack response)  Indubitably!
CYRUS:  (lost to normal)  Well... deep subject!
CYRUS:  (lost to combat)  Ding dong, hells bells!

- Cyrus tells his story -
CYRUS:  Sometimes I had forgetten, so I made efforts to always remember.  I had a wife, Kelly, and a daughter, Annissa, who was in college.  Life was good, before, everything.  Halcyon days the likes of which I shall not see again.
PLAYER:  Annissa Trimble?
CYRUS:  Yes?
PLAYER:  I have some bad news.
CYRUS:  If I'd expected any news, I'd expect it to be bad.  You found her in the university?
PLAYER:  Yes.  I'm sorry.  I didn't know about your training the gho--Prunes.  I--
CYRUS:  No, I wouldn't have wanted her to live like that.  She was so smart!  And, um, willful.  Charismatic...
PLAYER:  You might be interested to know that she was leading a revolution of the lower-classpersons.
CYRUS:  Ha!  What do you know!
PLAYER:  Seems her group had taken over the university when things went south.
CYRUS:  I'm sorry, I need a moment.

PLAYER:  So only you and Robert survived the blast?
CYRUS:  Unfortunately.  A few others in the ward went, mad, and there were more casualties.  Robert was one of the guards.  I hadn't learned his last name, and he pretty much forgot.  So, there you have it.
PLAYER:  What did you do for a living back in the day?
CYRUS:  I used to train nightstalkers, in the old life.  Prunes aren't nearly as intelligent but the theory is the same, so with patience and time, and lots of sugar bombs, we have gotten them to follow basic verbal commands.