Sylvain:
My quest began with a riddle. 'In a thousand years, Ganhadar will be destroyed. A thousand years ago, Ganhadar will be saved and what can't be avoided will be.
Blaminhoe:
We have lived in peace so long, we've neglected the possiblity of evil and we may have forgotten how to fight it.
Sylvain:
[
half-conscious] No, don't turn me to stone... don't steal my body... don't steal my body...
Airelle:
[
mischievously] I don't steal, but I might borrow.
Chief of the Deformed:
Now then, do you really believe we're the enemy?
Sylvain:
I do.
Chief of the Deformed:
Capable of... conquering you?
Sylvain:
Never!
Chief of the Deformed:
Sylvain, can't you guess who we are?
Sylvain:
No...
Chief of the Deformed:
Don't you *know* who we are? We with these bodies, these heads, these limbs, shaped all ways, unassembled without care? C'mon, Sylvain.
Sylvain:
The... the deformed?
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