But this I heard--something snapped in my heart, Khorre.

Always sadness, everywhere sadness! Let me drink!" He drinks.
"He who cried--am I perhaps afraid of him, Khorre?
That would be fine! Tears were trickling from his eyes; he wept like one who is unfortunate.
Why did he do that?
Perhaps he came from a land where the people had never heard of death--what do you think, sailor ?" "I don't remember him, Noni.

You speak so much about him, while I don't remember him." "He was a fool," says Haggart.

"He spoilt his death for himself, and spoilt me my life.

I curse him, Khorre.