Violetta: [ The man’s labored panting accompanied by his uncoordinated steps echoed in the quiet tunnels of the Atlier plaza. Its streets empty and shops closed, shielding itself for what’s to come. A man’s fate sealed. Was it determined at birth? Violetta and ?: Or did it change when he stuck the knife in our belly? Violetta: Such an abrupt end to our conversation. The knife was rather unexpected. So much for hospitality, Mr. Turner. Violetta: So I will ask again, where are they? Mr. Turner: As if I'd ever reveal that information to you, Nacht. I’d rather the endless sleep take me first. Violetta: You speak with such conviction. Violetta: Very well. Let me honor the dead. Violetta: Any last words? Mr. Turner: Death. Mr. Turner: Death to the Immortalis.