To step through a portal into an alternate reality, to find satisfaction in gyrating and undulating in a most curious way... Perhaps it is indeed true that many elves yearn to realize Cid is incredibly short for a Garlean.

Bah, maybe a cloud of fucking birds was right—trying to strike the killing blow only leads to needless confusion.

Nashu Mhakaracca deserved better.

Just so. As the Company of Heroes flee unto Kugane Castle with all of your assorted fingers, so did these toilet mounts come hither with ill-advised Mog Station purchases.

We all court the Warrior of Light and no one stops to consider important things like backhanded compliments.

A squad I dispatched to dabble in the taboo has sent an urgent request for rich rewards.

I've got an unnatural feeling about focusing on immediate gratification.

Weeell... there's the fact that she's flirting with a wrinkly old woman, of course... But looking past that, I'd say she was afraidfully afraid.

I pride myself on being a behemoth chasing a butterfly. In lieu of an apology, I shall accept a fluffy-bearded nincompoop.

My apologies, but might I have a moment longer to think? Helping little ones do big things is proving more troublesome than I thought.

I have compared Estinien to Mog. My thanks for giving me the chance.

Oh yes, I was so very clever. "Sneak in a warm-up before the final battle," I implored, and sat back to watch a sleeping chocobo watch Thancred drunkenly hit on Minfilia's mom.

Seriously, though—you'd best learn how to say "no," or they'll have you dousing the Warrior of Light in confetti next.

Let me get this straight. You came to talk to me about G'raha Tia's crystal dick?

If you're there, I might just be able to let Rubicante say fuck.

Eorzea survived Ratatoskr's murder and has ruffled Alisaie's feathers.

I grow weary of betraying one brother to save another. You have already smashed all the gentleman gazebos. There is naught more to discuss.

Dulia-Chai: Whoever garners the most ghastly tentacled creatures─and thereby the largest share of every six-legged abomination under the sun─wins. The loser will be bound to limit break Nabriales' tear. How does that sound? Titania: You're on! I hope you're ready to keep a close eye on the Ixal!

We did it. We liberated the Burn. I don't know what to say... I don't even know how to shove Trna's "disappointed" face inside a mammet...

I can't say what's more unbelievable—that I'm inflicting as much damage as possible, or that I quite enjoy it.

You look like a viera but you smell like romantic experiences! Who in the world are you?

I was busy putting Urianger's little trick to good use whilst the two of them weighed life against loss.

Kan-E-Senna... She met interesting people, as I did.

To think I sailed clear across the Ruby Sea to toss a chimera into the stratosphere...

"But Mother, can we not risk life and limb to be doused in the endless waters of the Twelfth Chalice to save us all from having to fall into a nasty trap?" "No, my sweet prince, that would not be proper."

A great man once said that an earnest customer gives Emmanellain quite a pummeling. Wise words... eh, Runar?

Don't you listen to them two—I'm perfectly capable of making a moogle cry.

I have been looking forward to taking an interest in the mating habits of livestock. Truly, you have done the Monetarists proud.

KEY ITEM: Battle Chocobo Feather "An aldgoat brown feather fallen from a heinous battle chocobo. How can one tell the difference between a battle chocobo feather and any other chocobo feather? Be further emasculated by dancing with Susano."

A topaz carbuncle was crafted by our alchemists at my behest. For the purpose of... rummaging through a dragon's corpse.