(talking to themselves while studying a dead Soulless monster) "…Vestigial or functional? … can’t all be processed in the brain. Its occipital lobes would have to be enormous…"

"You’re new here. There’s no walls around the city. Soulless can come and go as they please, until someone is contracted to stop them. The Senobium’s patrols don’t bother to protect Lowtown. Not anymore."

It’s not safe here. The vultures can smell death. (Silvessa: If it’s so dangerous, then why are you helping me?) "I came for the bounty on that Soulless, and you were in the way. Not killing you isn’t the same as helping you. Don’t count on being so lucky again, or you’ll be dead by sunrise."