Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions
- "What of you Delita? You now play party to their plot?"
- "I am my father's son, but that does not make me the same as my brothers! I knew naught of the plot to kidnap the princess! I swear it!"
- "Do you truly believe you can change the world? Not even I am so naive as that."
- [To Zalbaag] "It is you who do not understand, Brother! All of this, this...war, has been plotted to some unseen purpose, Dukes Larg and Goltanna only puppets in some shadow play."
- "The legends of your holy auracite are lies! The stones are magicite--they hold in them power for evil. The cardinal used this power, and it perverted him into one of the Lucavi!"
- "Auracite is the work of demons, not gods-- the Zodiac Braves, their unholy knights. Heroes of a false legend!"
- "House Beoulve is no more. But what does it matter? We are the sum of our deeds, not our names."
- "Mayhap you might. Have you any milk?"
- "Forgive me. 'Tis your birth and faith that wrong you, not I."
- "Will endeavor grant me an army? I would save Tietra with these hands, if aught were in my power to do. But I cannot. 'Tis my meager lot in this life..."
- [To Argath] "You whoreson dog!"
- "Make your peace with the gods, Argath! You die by my hand!"
- [To Gaffgarion] "I sell my sword to no one! Do not count me among your lot!"
- [To Ovelia] "I'm a human being. The same like you."
- "I say this for your sake, Ramza. Return to Eagrose. Delve no deeper into matters of royal maidens...or those of sacred stones."
- "You think to save a princess from a burning tower. In truth, you would but set her on a higher floor. There is only one person who can truly save her. And that is what I mean to do. "
- "All of them swept up in a mighty current, a current they cannot see or feel... I simply swim against it. Nothing more."
- [To Ovelia] "You've not touched your supper. A princess cannot live on pride alone."
- [To Duke Goltanna] "I am Delita Heiral, a Blackram lieutenant in the service of His Excellency the Baron Grimms. His Excellency dispatched me to rescue the princess. And so I did, disguised as one of your own - a sheep in Lion's clothing. Now I have returned."
- "Did you get your end in all of this, Ramza? I...I got this."
- "You, no less human than we? Ha! Now there's a beastly thought. You've been less than we from the moment your baseborn father fell upon your mother in whatever gutter saw you sired! You've been chattel since you came into the world drenched in common blood!"
- "Would that I were born no princess."
- "My entire life has been spent behind sacred walls. The only sky I've known, hemmed in by slate and stone. Did you know, before I was sent to Orbonne, I was in another monastery? When I heard I was to be the adopted daughter of the late king, and after - ever in a monastery. It's not been such a bad life, I suppose. Only...Only, knowing that men die, for no more reason than that I am the princess - it's almost more than I can bear."
- "Long ago, before the mountains had ceased their wandering and struck their roots into the earth, the Lucavi held dominion over the world. Twelve heroes there were, who came forward to challenge these Lucavi. In a long and bitter struggle, they succeeded in driving the Lucavi to the spirit world, and Ivalice again knew peace. The Twelve each bore an auracite crystal emblazoned with a house of the night sky. And so in time, they became known as the Zodiac Braves. Ever after, when discord and strife paid visit to the halls of men, they would return to save us once more."
- "I am a daughter of House Atkascha! I'll take no orders from you!"
- "What do you mean to do with me? I am not Ovelia! There can be no value in holding me. No value even in my living."
- [To Delita]"Naught you do is for true! You wish only to use me like the rest!"
- [To Ramza] "The marquis's abduction was ill done. Such craven methods serve not our ends. Let me walk free, and I will release the marquis to your care. A fair bargain."
- "If by our deaths a single drop of noble blood should water the earth, they shall not be in vain."
- "Ha! No spoony bard could spin a sweeter tale! You say your brothers do not want this fight? Tears then, for the world you see is one beyond my weary sight."
- "The Lions vie for power in the void left by the king's death. I speak, of course, of Larg, the White Lion, and Goltanna, the Black. Each hopes to learn who may be counted as friend, and who as foe. But such things are not so easily read. Easier rid yourself of those whose loyalty is uncertain, and install others to rule in their stead. I fear Gustav, fool that he was, tired of our rebellion, and was taken in by the silver tongue of your dear brother,Dycedarg."
- "Milleuda...pray forgive me. I thought to deliver swift vengeance, yet here I am before you, my own blade sheathed beside me as yours lies sheathed within the earth. I have failed at much, but I shall not fail you. Your killers will know vengeance! In this, at least, I shall not be disgraced."
- "Revenge? You think that is what drives me? I have no such petty concerns. I do not fight to avenge Milleuda's death. I sow the seeds of chaos in the world of men, and reap the anguished cries of the weak. But worry not, Ramza. Yours is a special case. I shall kill -you- myself!"
- "*chuckle* All such tales of gods and their miracles are false. Those who would lead prefer that history suit their needs, and rewrite it to see that it does. And why shouldn't they? The fault lies not with them. The reeking masses yearn for gods and miracles. It is their opiate, and they consume it greedily. The people do not endeavor towards greatness, but rather mire themselves in their petty strifes - shackles on the feet of man. Their leaders give them no more than that for which they clamor. It is history's oldest and most oft-repeated tale. Do men exploit this weakness to dominate their fellows? Mayhap they do. But they succeed only because the people are eager to know such dominion. Gods are only illusions born of man's fear. It is they who see this charade for what it is and join in the pageantry who are to blame.
- "What troubled sleep have you known to speak of my dreams? No matter how sweet, a dream left unrealized must fade into day."
- "Religion and I don't mix, I'm afraid."
- "Your mistakes were twofold, I'm afraid. You sprung your trap without looking to see if the game you hunted was the one you'd snare...And you sold me short. I'm no thief...I'm a sky pirate."
- "Oh you'll have your reward for finding me...and don't think about running off without collecting. My shot is faster...or my name's not Balthier."
- "No rest for the weary or the wicked, eh?"
- Ramza Beoulve: Wiegraf! You live?
- Wiegraf Folles: I have lived for this, Ramza. How long has it been since we last met?
- Ramza Beoulve: Then you were a warrior who fought to make your dream reality. Now you are only a thrall of the Church.
- Wiegraf Folles: What troubled sleep have you known, to speak of my dreams? No matter how sweet, a dream left unrealized must fade into day. Only with power can dreams be made real! I see the truth of it now. What good, dreams, without that power? You think me a thrall? So be it! Your envenomed words succour me, for when at last you yield - as you must - their poison will consume you!
- Ramza Beolve : I pity you, Wiegraf. Even as a man of broken dreams, you might still have been remembered fondly. Your ideas lifted the people, showed them the cracks in the age-old facade of the aristocracy. You acted on your convictions, and so ennobled those actions! But what would the people think now? What would Milleuda and your fallen friends think of this barter you've struck? Dreams built on borrowed stone are defiled before they are made!
- Wiegraf Folles: What have you done that did not rely on the labours of others? From birth you have wanted for nothing! You can not know what it is to live the meager life we do. Reason may trick you to believe you do, but your heart can never know! Harsh is the world in which we live. Harsher still than you can imagine. You have neither right nor reason to pour scorn on me!
- Orran Durai: I know not what brings men joy. Of what drives them to great deeds, of what legacies they hope to leave, I know less yet. But I do know this: The true hero of this tale was the man forgotten.
- Gaffgarion: Kill them all! Leave no man standing!
- Agrias: You would have us slaughter them? Are you mad? Kill them here and you'll have played into Duke Goltanna's hands! We need only put them to rout!
- Gaffgarion: I find dead men rout more easily.