"I am not the same creatures as they," Oliver said. "I have already sinned. I am already tainted. I gave the High King and Lord Blake the dark colours that they have brushed me with… And yet… I refuse to lose. If it be corruption that won them their game for them, then I will be corrupt. I will draw upon the darkest powers that are necessary to strike them down. I will not allow all this to be in vain. If I am to do it, I will go all the way."
"Good," Ingolsol said. "Grasp their hearts, and crush them. Say the words, and force them to kneel to you. They are naught before the God of Power."
"...Do not be shortsighted, Oliver," Claudia warned. "There is a reason that Dominus trusted that his honour might carry him towards justice. In clouding the waters, you dim the light of justice that ought to shine through."
"Where is this justice, Claudia?" Oliver said. "Power is justice. The strength to bring down the axe. The might to overwhelm, and subdue. That is justice."
