"The Crimson Alchemist works alone, I always have." "I think you've got me all wrong. My motives aren't so sophisticated as revenge or honor or any of that. The reason I killed all of those men was because I could. It's that simple." "Did you put on that uniform thinking you wouldn't be asked to kill?" "The one thing worse than death is to avert your eyes from it. Look straight at the people you kill. Don't take your eyes off them for a second. And don't ever forget them, because I promise that they won't forget you." "Ah...what a beautiful sound. It doesn't get any better than that. I can feel it deep in my bones, like a part of me I never noticed before. That sound is an extension of my being. And this land, this land that's governed by death, I will paint it red with this shard of destruction. I couldn't dream of a more fulfilling job!" "Such a beautfiul sound! Like a symphony! This stone is amazing!" "Yes, death, it's closing in. One who spreads death and destruction must accept the pursuit. He will never be far from either. But what can be more beautiful than doing work that puts your soul at risk? Because that's what it means to be alive!" "You call this a tempest? Oh stop, you're going to make me laugh! The bitterness that all of these voices contain soothes me, like a lullaby."

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