Corbeaux tells you, "Your silence over the last many months hasn't escaped my
notice, Nagaraja. You've certainly been brought low."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I am surprised you pay attention."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I wish I had some way to kill you, Nihilist."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Not so that you return from Maya's Halls. Death."

Corbeaux tells you, "Surprised I pay attention? Surely most of Sapience watched
as your God finally met the suffering end He wished for, or perhaps, was too
weak to defend against."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Not to Him. To me."

Corbeaux tells you, "Ah, well, I like to know what you're up to. Sometimes."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I am sick of this."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I want you to suffer. I want everything to
suffer."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I want everything that breathes to weep."

Corbeaux tells you, "Be comforted, fellow child of Loki, that your father lies
in the Void where we shall all return to."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "He does not. He did not die to Chaos, and I know
not what happened to His essence."

Corbeaux tells you, "A wishful, clinging, and remorseful response. I'll allow
ignorance in your time of grief, though."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Wishful? For what? Clinging? To what? Remorseful?
What use do I have for -remorse-?"

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I wish only that my power was greater."

Corbeaux tells you, "At least, for the time being, I'll be able to watch you in
Mhaldor better. I was always bored when you'd retreat to your temple."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I will make sure to have a warm reception ready."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I think my only consolation might be watching your
own God be devoured. The irony would be almost amusing."

Corbeaux tells you, "You'll find that impossible, really. Unlike your God,
whose worth extended only to the fools on Sartan's Isle, Sarapis personally
gave the Elder God Babel a purpose to control the wide realm of Chaos. And
unlike your father's realm, Chaos has proven to be unstoppable even for the
Logos."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Who says your God and His purpose are the same? My
God is dead, but Suffering lives, I can tell you that."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "And even those of the Pentad may fall."

Corbeaux tells you, "The irony is that your own actions in hailing Bal'met's
machinations brought about the ruin of your father. A mortal, turned God,
destroyed the icon of suffering."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Why do you keep referring to Him as my father?"

Corbeaux tells you, "A symbolic gesture. Pay it no mind if your relationship
with your Lord was so distant. You can replace the term with Master, for all I
care."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "As for irony-- what do I care?"

Corbeaux tells you, "It doesn't matter if you do or not. It's an amusing twist,
nonetheless."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "When your certainty is destroyed, I will smile."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Nothing that you trust in is invincible."

Corbeaux tells you, "You've undoubtedly learned that your precepts are not set
in stone, Nagaraja. Perhaps this will open your eyes to the ever fluid ways of
Chaos. Nothing is sure, nothing is sacred. All return to the Void, even though
they might rattle on about Strength, Suffering, and Creation."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Your trust is all the deeper because you think you
trust in Nothing."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I look forward to seeing you break."

Corbeaux tells you, "Oh, you'll see me break. And tear. When Ruin finally
overtakes us all. Only, at that point, I shall be the one smiling."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Not your body. Your certainty."

Corbeaux tells you, "You've still a chance to accept my Lord as your new
Master, brother. Now that you've seen the desolate fruit that Evil brings, open
your eyes and join me."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "So certain. So confident."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Your Lord should die, Corbeaux."

Corbeaux tells you, "Hah."



Corbeaux tells you, "Perhaps that your Lord has succumbed in the same manner
as, oh, Kastalia, Goddess of Rivers, shows just how incompetent He was as a
master. You'd do well to recognize the greatness of Lord Babel now that your
eyes have been illuminated by Pentharian's sword."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Trying to bait me with irrelevant comparisons will
not work. I am well beyond that point."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Your Master is like any other God."

Corbeaux tells you, "You'd love to believe that, I'm sure."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I love very little."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "My Master's realm did not die with Him, I assure
you."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "I would bring it down on this entire world if I
could."

Corbeaux tells you, "Surely you've been given much to suffer over, then. Very
well, Nagaraja. I leave you to your own misery. For now."

You tell Corbeaux al-Aqrab, "Suffer, Corbeaux. I care not where it guides you."