- Crestfallen Saulden: Do you know much about souls? / Even I'm not certain, but...
- Crestfallen Saulden: I'm told that the soul is the essence of life itself.
- Crestfallen Saulden: Anything living, sentient or no, supposedly has one.
- Crestfallen Saulden: What we call the curse is traceable to the soul. / Do you see what that means?
- Crestfallen Saulden: To be alive... to walk this earth... / That's the real curse right there.
- Crestfallen Saulden: We Undead will never die. / And that's quite a predicament, really...
- Sweet Shalquoir: Have you made friends with the man by the sea? He has lost everything, absolutely everything!
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- Crestfallen Saulden: Do you ever feel lonely here? It suits me just fine, as I have nothing left anyway. It will grow on you, this place, just give it some time.
- King Vendrick - Scholar of the First Sin DLC: One day, fire will fade, and Dark will become a curse./Men will be free from death, left to wander eternally.
- King Vendrick - Scholar of the First Sin DLC: Dark will again be ours, and in our true shape... /We can bury the false legends of yore... Only...
- King Vendrick - Scholar of the First Sin DLC: Is this our only choice?
- Narrator: Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream. A murky, forgotten land. A place where souls may mend your ailing mind. You will lose everything... once Branded. The symbol of the curse. An augur of darkness. Your past. Your future. Your very light. None will have meaning, and you won't even care... By then, you'll be something other than human.
- Lord Aldia - Scholar of the First Sin DLC: Once, the Lord of Light banished Dark, and all that stemmed from humanity. And men assumed a fleeting form. These are the roots of our world. Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite... A lie will remain a lie... Young Hollow, knowing this, do you still desire peace?
- Vengarl: I am grateful for these peaceful days. But such contentment lies only in the here and now. Why must life be so confounding...
- Shanalotte: Bearer of the curse... Seek souls. Larger, more powerful souls. Seek the King, that is the only way. Lest this land swallow you whole... As it has so many others.
- Straid of Olaphis: When leaving, having used his services: Feeble cursed one! Do you really think you can manage the glories that are my spells?
- Lucatiel of Mirrah: Who are you... Oh... No, forgive me... I know you... Yes, of course. How goes your journey? I know not what you seek in this far-away land... But I pray for your safety.
- Straid of Olaphis: When leaving, without having used his services: Feeble cursed one! Let's hope the magnificence of my spells does not deter you! Heh heh!