Vaan: DON'T LISTEN TO ONDORE'S LIES!

Vayne: Your lives are forfeit and your insurgence with them. Dalmasca will again know order. For good and all I shall bring your futile attempts at rebellion to an end.

Gabranth: Lady Ashe, your father's murderer is here.
I slew your king! i slew your country! Do these deeds not demand vengeance?

Reddas: I, Judge Magister, condemn you to oblivion!!

Gerun(king of the Occuria): Destroy Venat!
Ashe: But But Venat-Venat's an Occurian, a being like you.
Gerun: VENAT IS A HERETIC!
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The Hume's ever skew history's weave. With haste they move through too-short lives. Driven to err by base desires, towards waste and wasting on they run. Undying, we Occuria light the path for wayward sons of man. Oft did we pass judgment on them so that Ivalice might endure. Eternal, we are hist'ry's stewards, to set the course and keep it true. The chosen is our hand - our fist - to let live some and to crush the rest.