“Nonononono noooooo just nooooo someone please bleach this from my memory. Actually no, I think death would be better. Yeah it is-HEY ARBELLASON ITS YOUR DREAM COME TRUE COME SHOVE A SWORD IN MY GUT LIKE YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO!” – Locien probably as I integrate your wish into the first meeting. (Bonus: “No” – Arbellason as he watches Locien cry and scream)