"We are less than human now. We are no different from our swords themselves. Our hearts are cold, and we count the days we live solely by the flesh we cleave. What meaning can there be in such an existence?"

"The plains shone scarlet in the twilight... I was crying because I had lost my way. You picked me up and carried me home."

"Ahh, dear Bartre... So you still live. What joy. I admit I did think you dead at first. But I did reconsider. You are too stubborn to die."