Findal: "Oh, thank you, thank you. I thought I was going to die down here."
Player: "Don't thank me yet. I'm here to finish what they started."

Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.