Final Fantasy XII

"My hands are stained with blood. I see little reason to stay them now."

"Is it with hatred you look upon your Consul? With hatred you look upon the Empire?"

"The once-great House Solidor is now reduced to myself, and my dear brother Larsa."

"Our dear Cid slain by his own son? Tis a common tale of late."

"Your lives are forfeit, and your insurgence with them. Dalmasca will again know order."

"[Using Mach Wave] What am I to do with those who would oppose me...but show them death?"

"(Referring to the late King Raminas) Even now, he remains among you, protecting you. His ardor for the peace and weal of Dalmasca falters not!"

"In vain glory they arose, shouting challenges at the gods. But prevail they did not, their doom it was to walk the mist until time's end. A legend of the Nu Mou. -Regarding Espers"

"I hear the cry of a terrible power..."

"We? No, I."

"You are ill at ease. The nethicite troubles you?"

"In the village you will find her: Mjrn. Bring her to me. She will know why you call her."

"I am unwelcome. An unsought guest in their wood."

"[During Quickening Level 3: Shatterheart] It ends now. (charges ice and throws it at the enemy, blow ice from her hand) Crumble! (as ice shatters)"

"The gods are toying with us."

"I have discarded Wood and village. I won my freedom. Yet my past had been cut away forever. No longer can my ears hear the Green Word. This…solitude, you want, Mjrn?"

"The Viera may begin as part of the Wood, but it is not the only end that we may choose. (to Jote)"

"You've let your eyes betray your heart..."

"That's what sky pirates do, they fly do they not?"

"Then it's settled. We should leave before the Marquis realizes she's missing. Like proper kidnappers."

"A city of men without countries. Pirates of the sea and of the sky. Few are they who would fain lay down their lives for a friend, let alone a king."

"When he helped you off the Leviathan, he spited the Judges full sore. He cannot sit in idleness and expect to avoid a reckoning."

"My lady. Your words still sound of doubt. Pray you reach your answer, ere we the Sun-cryst."

"The Illusions of the past. You think to have cast them off, only to find them years later, unwearying, unrelenting. The past can bind a man as surely as irons."

"A Judge Magister there was… Two years past, he took the Midlight Shard and used it not knowing what he did…and Nabudis was blown away. Cid ordered this of him to learn the Nethicite's true power. That man swore never to let such terrible power be used again. He forsook his Judicer's plate, and his name."

"The past can bind a man as surely as irons."

"Why do you hesitate? Take what is yours. The Cryst was a blade, it was meant for you. Wield it! Avenge your father! Yes, it was I who wore Basch's face--who cut down the life of Dalmasca. Lady Ashe! Your father's murderer is here!"

"I slew your king. I slew your country. Do these deeds not demand vengeance? (Ashe raises the Treaty-Blade) Yes. Good! Find your wrath! Take up your sword! Fight, and serve those that died before you!"

"No, we cannot escape the past. This man is living proof. What is your past, daughter of Dalmasca? Did you not swear revenge? Do the dead not demand it?"

"You claim no need of power? What of your broken kingdom's shame? The dead demand justice!"

"Yet without power, what future can you claim? What good a kingdom you cannot defend?"

"(to Basch) Hah! Defend? You? You who failed Landis and Dalmasca? What can shame hope to keep safe? Your shield is shattered! Your oaths poison those you would protect!"

"Hear me Basch. Do not think killing the kingslayer will win you back your honor. When you abandoned home and kin, your name was forever stained with blood."

"Preen and strut as you like! In the end, we are the same. Blood-thirsting carrion birds, hell-bent on revenge!"

"I am a Judge Magister. Even in disgrace. My just reward for aiding the empire that destroyed my homeland."

"Futile, Basch! Long have I walked in hatred's company. As long as I can curse your name, I shall not be defeated!"

"Look Basch! Your friends die! As they must, for surely you cannot protect them! Know now the despair you have taught me!"

"Even a stray has pride! Here I pay my debt."

"Judge Ghis: His Excellency, the Consul, asks the ministry of the disthroned royal family in restoring peace to Dalmasca. Those who foster instability and unrest, who claim royal blood without proof, they shall meet their fate at the gallows. There are no exceptions."

"Judge Ghis: Such a great shame. I must confess: I though you the one that would help us restore peace to Dalmasca. No matter. We hold the proof of your royal lineage. A maid of passing resemblance will serve our purposes now. As for you my dear... (begins casting a spell) The Empire requires you no more!"

"Judge Ghis: Your Majesty does not disappoint. Ever quick to spurn an honorable surrender, as was your father."

"Judge Ghis: Such a tremendous honor to again be graced with your presence, Majesty. You left us with such great dispatch upon our last encounter that I must confess I had begun to worry that we may have given your Majesty some cause for offense."

"Judge Ghis: Lady Ashe, let us take [Balthier] for the people of Dalmasca. Your Majesty wallows in indecision on peril of their heads. And his shall be the first to fall."

"Judge Ghis: We've found it at last: true deifacted nethicite. The power of the Dynast–King in my hands. Humph. Blood alone does not an emperor make, Vayne."

"Judge Bergan: Ah, our vagrant Princess! Swift has your lust for revenge led you to the Sword of Kings. You will surrender it to me. Too late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in gods learn their fate."

"Judge Bergan: (reacting to conclusion that Nethicite controls him) No! No, the power of manufacted Nethicite is the power of man. A weapon forged by his wisdom, who would challenge the gods themselves. A fitting blade for a true Dynast-King. Raithwall did but pretend the title, a cur begging Nethicite scraps from his master's table. Hark, Ivalice hails her new Dynast-King, Vayne Solidor! He shall defy the will of the gods, and see the reigns of history in the hands of man. His time is nigh! The new Ivalice holds no place for the name Dalmasca. The stain of Raithwall's blood shall be washed clean from history's weave."

"Judge Zargabaath: This is Judge Magister Zargabaath, captain of the Alexander, flagship of the 12th Dalmascan Fleet of the Archadian army. I address all ships in Rabanastre's airspace. The Bahamut must not be allowed to fall on the city of Rabanastre! We are preparing to ram her! Do not interfere!"

"Judge Zargabaath: Should she fall, the paling will not hold, and all Rabanastre will be obliterated! All ships, concentrate your fire on the Alexander’s remains once Bahamut is clear of the city."

"Ba'gamnan: What does that philanderer think he's doing? I was to kill Balthier, not those addle-pated Imperials!"

"Ba'gamnan: As for you! We need Balthier alive! His corpse fetches but half the bounty!"