Marozi: Kill who?! Xander?

Marozi: get up! Get up!

Marozi: Don’t pressure me! You must not bow before me!

Kore: You’re gonna help me.

Marozi: Kore, what do you mean?!

Marozi: Do you understand what you’re saying?

Kore: It’s the decreed end of Xander’s fascinating life. Ragged with isolation, he stretched out his hand to mold from the dust a mystery that will desecrate his scratched soul. And send him to his destined end, for hell was surely his domain.

Kore: There are vessels made for honor and dishonor.

Marozi: He’ll turn you into a pile of char, Kore! You said yourself he’s stronger than you!

Marozi: He can’t be beaten if he wants to live!