"Chosen Tarnished, and would-be Lord, dare to travel the path of true rigor. Spare the poor girl, and singe your own flesh in her stead. If you are prepared to show resolve, and attain Lordship through righteous hardship, then heed the words of I, Shabriri."

"Chosen Tarnished and would-be Lord. Descend into the depths, far below the Erdtree Capital. Seek audience with the Three Fingers, and the flame of frenzy. If you inherit the flame of frenzy, your flesh will serve as kindling, and the girl can be spared. Setting you on the righteous path of Lordship. The path of the Lord of Chaos. Burn the Erdtree to the ground. And incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahhh, may chaos take the world! May chaos take the world!"

"Shabriri... is chaos... incarnate. I cannot... die. Ahh, may chaos... take... the world."

"There's something I'd like to say. My purpose was given to me by my mother. But now I act of my own volition. I have set my heart upon the world that I would have. Regardless of my mother's designs. I won't allow anyone to speak ill of that. Not even you."

"You... have inherited the Frenzied Flame. A pity. You are no longer fit. Our journey together ends here. And remember... should you rise as Lord of Chaos, I will kill you. As sure as night follows day. Such is my duty, for allowing you the strength of runes. Goodbye, my companion. Goodbye, Torrent."

"Dearest Miquella. You must abide alone awhile... Welcome, honoured guest. To the birthplace of our dynasty!"

"I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold, and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... as I awaited... his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat."

"The scarlet bloom flowers once more. You will witness true horror. Now rot!"

"Your strength...extraordinary... the mark... of a true lord. O, dear Miquella...O, dearest Miquella, my brother...I'm sorry. I finally met my match..."

"It is... It is all consumed. Still, I am not sated...Not nearly sated... Marika! Is this... what it is... to sin? Will things... never be the same... again!? ...Tarnished. My thanks... for thy long... labor. But I have done... all i can... in this land. Henceforth, mine appetite shall be my sole companion. Farewell."

"Marika... Why wouldst thou gull me? Why shatter..."

"O, Death... Become my blade once more."

"Witless Tarnished... Why covet Destined Death..? To kill what?"

"Forgive me, Marika... The Golden Order... Cannot be restored."