(..) The first storm and the last. And you're in my way. ( screaming ) Lord, take your servant Balon back beneath the waves. Feed the creatures of your kingdom on his flesh. Pull his bones down to your depths to rest beside his ancestors and his children. All: What is dead may never die. (..)

(..) They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined. Go on, then. I deserve it. We all do. We are weak, vain creatures. We live only by the Mother's mercy. ( footsteps ) They should be closer if you mean for them to save you. I don't. (..)