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Lazlo
The Massacre01 (30)
- You stole my best goats!
- You’re mad, old man.
- Like they give two shits about missing goats.
- Yeah, piss off, m’lord.
- You two. Take your quarrel to the Justiciars.
- Seen enough?
- There’s no need to provoke them.
- We should depart.
- Get away from my son!
- Thank you… for your mercy, m’lord.
- Your toy.
- Drink this.
- With all due respect… piss off, m’lord.
- Consider it a gift.
- Let us grace our subjects with a visit.
- Surely, you jest?
- This way, Cousin.
- You're always going on about their plight and whatnot.
- It can’t be far.
- Just keep looking.
- Where is it, papa?
- Been years since a lord graced us with a visit.
- Let’s enjoy it.
- What’s going on here?
- I'm sorry! Please don’t eat me!
- Is this yours?
- What? Don't be silly.
- He could use some water.
- If you insist, m’lord.
- Your friend there looks unwell.
The Truth02 (21)
- Charmed your father… and me.
- Your mother came from afar.
- And he acted predictably.
- Intimate.
- Well, we grew fond of each other.
- You lie.
- Your father discovered our… dalliances.
- Here it is.
- What… is this?
- You wanted the truth.
- Do you recognize her?
- He forced my hand.
- This… cannot be.
- At least you were spared.
- So you betrayed them?
- Some kindness.
- Afterward, your mother visited often.
- Along with my second son.
- My late wife…
- She passed away during childbirth.
- She was a great comfort.
The Truth03 (21)
- It is your right—what our ancestors fought and died for.
- Take it. Gain her strength.
- You’ve earned it.
- ... if you’re dead?
- And what would that matter...
- Impressive, but foolish.
- I… I did what was right.
- You picked a fight with nothing to gain and everything to lose.
- As you wish.
- I will not beg for mercy.
- If there is any truth to what you say then I’m sure you’ll emerge victorious.
- I’ve heard enough.
- You will submit to trial by combat.
- And bearing false accusations.
- And you betrayed my father
- Today…
- You answer for your crimes.
- You forced yourself upon my mother.
- You raped her.
- Your own kin, not once, but twice…
- … sullying his honor.
The Massacre02 (19)
- We outnumber you ten to one.
- What are you gonna do?
- It’s… shit.
- They threw shit at me? Guards!
- Wait, Egon. Allow me.
- Egon?
- Forget Father!
- Lord Egon, your father, Lord Vellen, will—
- We maintained the peace.
- We’ve done nothing wrong.
- What are we to do?
- See, Cousin!
- They're vermin!
- They’re nothing like us.
- I do not wish to harm you.
- Well, I do!
- Aren’t you hungry?
- Where you going, little lords?
- Here! Eat this!
The Massacre03 (19)
- As for you…
- But what of Egon?
- For his own sake, of course.
- He has been banished.
- It’s my fault, Uncle.
- It’s… not?
- Perhaps they can mold you…
- The decision has already been made.
- This is not a trial, Lazlo.
- You’ll be pressed into the Justiciars’ service.
- … into a proper nobleman.
- Lord Vellen will see you now.
- All because of your little “visit.”
- Needless death.
- The Justiciars are… displeased.
- The peasants… outraged.
- There will be revolts.
- Uncle...
- Where is Egon?
The Truth01 (12)
- As promised, my lord.
- Your “audience” with the High Lord will be uninterrupted.
- Come. See for yourself.
- I will do this right.
- It began… with your mother.
- No…
- Speak.
- I want the truth.
- Lazlo...
- Plead your case and judgment will be passed.
- What brings you here?
- Why not strike me down and end this charade?