Dark Blade’s thoughts:

Dyna:

“Hm? Hmmm. Uhm? Hm. Oh. Someone was there? I beg your pardon. That person. Hm. Ah. She blends well with the environment. Nothing I can say about her gambling habits will matter, as I too lack knowledge about this topic. She feels natural to this place, windy and violent, yet a part of nature all the same. She is like me in a loose sense, I guess.”

Cyrus:

“Aaaah. Something about him is familiar. It makes my head itch and my tail hurts for some reason. For some reason, I want to cry every time I see him. It hurts so much… I don’t understand why. It feels like longing, longing for something I can’t remember. Why does it wound me to feel him?”

Byelana:

“This. She feels so wrong, like darkness encroached by light. In a reversal of Fates, the scales of the balance switched sides. This is not right, like those creatures of flesh made. This is not right. Oh the heavens, why is it that way?”

Astrid:

“She is like warm embers fluttering and singing in the air. You can dismiss it at first, but those embers have to come from somewhere. She may look like embers, but her pith is a bonfire. A slow-burning one who shares its heat with others, furtive and easily forgotten until you look closer.”

Ferdinando:

“A lord of Carrion, yet it isn’t bad. The putrification is but a cycle of life, soon it will give way to the next step in life, whatever it may be. For the pungent smell and gag-inducing sounds, he isn’t wrong nor is he right. He merely is, as all things of Nature are.”

En:

“Stagnant like a black mold, carrion not fit even to rot. What does it mean? I don’t know, but that is what I feel about him. A creature that failed in life and is now forced to roam the Earth. I wonder what forces one to choose such a fate? Or was it imposed on him?”

???

“Not what he appears to be. Not as great, not as mysterious. I can peer into him. Know that once you gaze at me, I too will look back at you.”

Alistair:

“A wake of vultures. Although not as regally seem like a Griffon or a Bird of Hermes, they are part of life. They go through the rot and corpses to bring the meaning of life anew, to feed on the rot so new life may be born, adding a door for the next lives that too will benefit from the carrion.”

Morrigan:

“I wonder what have others seen in her? What I see is a gentle darkness. It feels like home, it reminds me of myself in a funny way. I don’t know what to expect but… she feels right, like kindred spirits, as if we were not so different at all.”

Lance:

“A black fire such as I. Yet it fills me with rage! I do not know why but he makes me want to cry! Cry in frustration! Cry in rage! It feels outrageous like staring at a reflection of myself! It! IT!”

Sa’ad:

“Strange. His name does ring a bell, but I do not know why that bell tolls What a funny feeling, like a part of my brain going missing. Well, as long as he uses his mercenaries for good, I have nothing to hold against him.”

Arthur:

“An eerie breeze just went by. Hm. Uhm. Hm? Oh yes. Maybe it was my imagination. He is accursed, but I can’t see him with ill. I am diseased, so he is him. I have no intention of sticking around him, those dolls give me the creeps, but I don’t think ill of him. We are both cursed, I believe.”

Dryad:

“For a moment I believe she could be mistaken for the scenery. She is a caretaker of those woods, and it shows. Just as dangerous as the things I have found within the Valley, and those flesh things, but she is not evil, much like the Ghoul King, she is nature, thus not evil nor good.”

Alexandra:

“A spark of rebellion against the old. I dig that. I wonder if she will make a show somewhere nearby? I could try to watch it from afar. A lone vulture needs help in her loneliness, lest she gets eaten by a predator or beaten by her rivals. I hope she can find the help she needs to rise.”

Alicia:

“She reminds me of home, a home I can no longer recall. Adventurer’s Guild, huh? Maybe I should shoot my shot and try to get in it, having a place to call home, a new home, may make me some good rather than roaming those lands on my own.”

Livya:

“I know nothing of the machines she operates or the goods she makes. She feels like a good person, but I’d rather stick with my staff and my sword. They all have. They are all I know.”

Geoff:

“Something in my bones tells me that the moon, space, should be left undisturbed. I hope his endeavors are truly it because my pith tells me it will end in a tragedy.”

Mikhail:

“A cute fowl. I know I shouldn’t be saying it, we may be of the same age, but how can I help myself? He just looks like the first attempt of a fowl to appear as an adult, barely out of the egg and thinking of himself highly. So cute.”