＂You really are fond of chatting with me‚ aren't you? If I didn't know better‚ I'd think you had feelings for meǃ Oh‚ no‚ dear me․ Pretend you didn't hear thatǃ

＂Noble Lords of Cinder‚ the fire fades․․․ and the lords go without thrones․ Surrender your fires․․․ to the true heir․ Let him⁄her grant death․․․ To the old gods of Lordran‚ deliverers of the First Flame․＂

＂Who art thou? One of us‚ thou art not․ If thou hast misstepped into this world‚ plunge down from the plank‚ and hurry home‚＂