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"Curse the fiends. Their children too. And their children, forever, true."

"Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!"

"The hours of the night are many, and the beasts more than I can count. A veritable hunt unending! Not even death offers solace, and the blood imbibes you. Ha, a most frightful fate, oh my. But I'm willing to do you a kindness. Step lightly round to the right of the great cathedral, and seek an ancient, shrouded church. The gift of the godhead will grant you strength..."

"An iron helm resembling an upside-down bucket. A single hole allows one to peek out with a single eye, which is probably all that its original owner had."

"A great relic, also known as the Cord of the Eye. Every infant Great One has this precursor to the umbilical cord. Use to gain Insight and, so they say, eyes on the inside, although no one remembers what that truly entails."

"Ah, Kos. Or some say Kosm. Do you hear our prayers? No! We shall not abandon the dream! No one can catch us, no one can stop us now! [laughs manically]"

"Beasts all over the shop. You'll be one of them... Sooner or later..."

"What a joy it is, to behold the divine. It must be such a pleasure. You're in my debt, you know. You're in nigh on a beast of the field, but here you are, treading a measure with the gods... Are your feet as fat as your wits? Oh, cease this dithering! Take the plunge! Throw yourself to the wolves!"

"[Player dies] I should think you still have dreams? Well, the next time you dream, give some thought... to the hunt, [and its purpose]."

"The twins grew up alongside a poisonous snake, and developed a silent, inhuman kinship. The poisonous snake grew uncontrollably, raised on a healthy diet of beast entrails. Even after their deaths, it is said to respond to the call of the twins' whistle from within the Nightmare."

"Ah, sweet child of Kos, returned to the ocean. A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea. Accepting of all that there is, and can be."

"Vermin writhe within filth, and are the root of man's impurity. Crush all vermin without hesitation."

"You there, hunter. Didn't you see the warning? Turn back at one. Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back... or the hunter will face the hunt."

"Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. Here, to welcome the new hunter. Prepare yourself for the worst. There are no humans left. They're all flesh-hungry beasts, now... Still lingering about? What's wrong? A hunter, unnerved by a few beasts? Heh heh... No matter. Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves. What are you still doing here? Enough trembling in your boots. A hunter must hunt..."

"This town is cursed. Whatever your reasons might be, you should plan a swift exit."

"The night... and the dream... were long..."

"Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?"

"You hunters are the real killers! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your animal intuition? You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call me a beast? A Beast? What would you know? I didn't ask for this! Rancid beasts, every last one of us..."

"God, I'm nauseous. Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things. I knew it; I'm different. I'm no beast. Oh God, it feels awful... but it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head. It's rather... rapturous..."

"You are a skilled hunter. Adept, merciless, half-cut with blood. As the best hunters are. Which is why I must stop you!"

"At Byrgenwerth, Master Willem had an epiphany: "We are thinking on the basest of planes. What we need, are more eyes.""

"Perhaps there is some mercy in the madness. Those who wish to see vermin can and those who choose to are provided with boundless purpose."

"Lady Maria, I'm a robin. Will I ever curl up and become an egg? Lady Maria? Lady Maria, say something, anything!"

"Atonement for the wretches... By the wrath of Mother Kos..."

"Has someone, anyone, seen my eyes? I'm afraid I've dropped them in a puddle. Everything is pale now..."

"Shrouded by night but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind. Proud hunter of the Church; beasts are a curse, and the curse is a shackle. Only ye are the true blades of the Church."

"The night brims with defiled scum, and is permeated by their rotten stench. Just think. Now you're all set to hunt and kill to your heart's content. Hunt in co-operation with your fellows, your League confederates."

"Heh heh, you devious rat! The makings of a true hunter, this lass! Very well. Then there's no need to hold back! The beasts will feast tonight!"

"Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp! There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see!"

"A hunter should hunt beasts. Leave the hunting of hunters to me."

"Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need a contract..."

"Good. All signed and sealed. Now, let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens... you may think it all a mere bad dream..."

"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Out eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood."

"Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

"What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick..."

"Too proud to show your true face, eh? But what a sporting hunt, it was!"

"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..."

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

"No one will hold me captive. A serpent never dies..."

"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."

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

"Join the Serpent King, as family. Together, we will devour, the very Gods!"

"O Radagon, leal hound of the Golden Order. Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god. Let us be shattered, both. Mine other self."

"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."

"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."

"Upon my name as Ranni the Witch, Mother's rich slumber shall not be disturbed by thee. Foul trespasser... Send word far and wide. Of the last queen of Caria, Rennala of the Full Moon. And the majesty of the night she conjureth."

"O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd."

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

"If you find yourself... weary, of the weight of this life, then just give me the word. Sleep is a balm, and eternal sleep... is an elixir."

"Fie, another? Treading the heels of Miquella? Then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned. But understand. Your kind are not forgiven. The Erdtree is my peoples' enemy. By Marika long betray'd, set aflame. I believe Miquella's apologies, when he says our delivery will come. But never will I see your kind as worthy."