Roland: You monsters! You will pay for what you have done!
Erika: <i>We'll</> pay? <i>You're</> the savage brutes who flooded the crown city!
Thalas: Do you have <i>any</> idea how much the people have suffered at your hands?
Roland: I will answer for my part in this—once you are dead and buried!
Serenoa: The crown city is all but ours! We must fight. We must <i>win</>!
Erika: So, Princeling, you've been sneaking around in that little mask like a coward this whole time.
Erika: Pathetic. Just like the rest of your family. Honestly, the kingdom would be so much better off if your line <i>ended</>.
Roland: Silence! You have been a blight upon my kingdom long enough!
Thalas: Some homecoming, Prince! Creeping around in that ridiculous mask—have you no <i>pride</>?
Roland: Everything I did, I did to reclaim my kingdom. And to see you destroyed!
Thalas: Turning the crown city into a battlefield to satisfy your own personal vendetta? What a sorry excuse for a prince.
Thalas: The people will call for your head when they find out what you've done!
Erika: No...
Erika: I don't...want to die... Not now... Not ever...
Thalas: Erika is...is dead? But—then who will protect me!?
Thalas: Gaah! S-someone...help me...
Thalas: Brother...forgive me...
Erika: Are you <i>dead</> already, Thalas? Honestly, you really are a good-for-nothing little brother.
