some more :
Nordom: "Attention: Morte. I have a question. Do you have a destiny? A
purpose?"
Morte: "Is Annah still wearing clothes?"
Nordom: "Affirmatory."
Morte: "Then the answer is yes."
Morte: "Women are the reason I became a monk... and the reason I changed back..."
Vhailor: "Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION."
Vhalior: NOTHING that lives is innocent. Yet LAW rises ABOVE the flesh and blood. FROM IMPERFECTION PERFECTION MAY BE MADE.
Ravel: "What can change the nature of a man?"
The Silent King: "..."
Trias: Powerful is that one. You shall not best him, and you shall not be able to wrest your mortality from his cold grip. It is lost to you. You have embarked on an errand undertaken only by fools.
Nameless One: Every time I die, Vhailor, I have lost my memories. I have no sense of self, no sense of who I am or was, and I bear thousands of scars in the mind and body from wounds I cannot remember. Death rejects me, and I fear I shall never be able to be at peace.
Nameless One: Hold on to your logic, Nordom. You will find it a greater shield than most of the passions that rule the planes.
Nordom: The issue no longer equals total logic.
Nameless one: There is nothing that can be done. Memories are gone, perhaps never to return. With every death I lose a part of me.
How can one be immortal and still die?
Dak'kon: Know that flesh cannot mark steel. Know that steel may mark flesh. In knowing this, Zerthimon became free.
Dak'kon: Endure. In enduring, grow strong.