Ima/Spoken Lines


 * I'm still alive... But death is drawing near.


 * Sisters, is there a way to kill oneself?


 * It's very fortunate you came, kind Guest! We've been waiting a long time for someone who can give, and you're finally here!
 * Of course, this depends entirely on your own will. We don't have the right to ask. But nobody except you is capable of succeeding with the Rite of Devotio..
 * Before I die, kind Guest, I want to explain how important you are to us.
 * I ask only that you please give me Emerald or Azure... or I won't have the strength to continue.


 * The meaning of Color is to give a soul the strengh to create a new world.
 * To do this it must pass through the soul and turn into Nerva.
 * Nerva won't last in the Palette for long. It demands to be released. And that's why you need to give Color...


 * Color itself has no meaning. It is useless in the form of Lympha.
 * Yes, it can quench your thirst and give you a feeling of happiness and joy, but that's not the point.
 * The Brothers praise Lympha of Color for all the wrong reasons, without understanding its essence...


 * Your chosen Sister isn't Ole. She refused. And it's not Sister Death. But she's here among us. And you'll know who she is.


 * Take care of my Chambers. The more you use Color here, the more damage you'll do.


 * The scorpio appeared in my Chambers! He's trying to kill your garden!


 * I suppose you want this yourself, turning death into life. To return the life to the one who lost you... Even if it's all but impossible.
 * Well, it would be a miracle, and miracles are costly. The price would be a heroic deed, no less. When it's asked to leave, Death demands a sacrifice of equal price.
 * But you're only a vessel. A still, converting the old into the new. You grow Nerva, yes, but there's nothing great about that.
 * A heroic deed would be giving away all that you've grown. Trust us. If not me, then another Sister. You can consider this a law too...
 * The only way to create something new is to sacrifice all of your Color and die a suffering death.


 * None of us knows how to grow Color.
 * The Brother-Keepers devour it and hold it hostage, and Color suffers. Suffers, and brings suffering to them, burning their insides.
 * We, the Sisters, devour Nerva - it feeds us. But we can't use it here. Our chains prevent us from action.
 * Only you can grow Color, kind Guest. It's your nature to try to pass our entire world through your body.


 * I'm begging you - give me more. Just a little bit, please....


 * You set me free, Guest... Thank you...
 * Can you guess, what life I will give birth to from my Colors? Have you understood its nature yet?
 * What will it be - a discovery, a carnival, a war, a new kind of men or a new faith?
 * Too bad, you won't be able to see it... And now - help me ascend!