"What happens next?"
"Through this painting we can see the whole world."
"Is there a small chance, that we can turn the tide?"
"Depends on what you believe, darling."
"Don't Be Stupid."
"No need for insults, Luce."
"When does it end, though, really... When. Tell me."
"Foolish cunt! Dontcha see!? Nothing truly ends, eh!"
Now here comes the turning tide. The moment of Truth. The realization of the protagonist and the confrontation of the antagonist. The true test for perfection.
"Broken thoughts aplenty, dear Lugh. Whatever shall happen now--given the circumstances. Shall we say... treasure found is treasure claimed?"
"Piss off, enchantress, woman of the cloth, weeping willow, treacherous appetite!"
"Very Well, Then I Propose We Get Started."
"My my, someone is definitely eager to get more blood on his hands."
"Where is John? We need him here. I got claim on his person. Always did. I require his immediate attention and dedication."
"But Not On Me."
"I never said I did."
Stories are truer than the truth, he said. Remember that. Remember that next time you reach my throne...and ask for permission.