Appassionata

these were narrowed down from a specific set of dialogue and descriptions based off this video essay (I Don't Want To Be This Kind Of Animal Anymore | Disco Elysium Analysis) by jeffiot. I highly recommend watching it.

❝ I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore. ❞

❝ You're the type of animal I would like to be. ❞

❝ I'm glad to be me -- an incredibly sensitive instrument. ❞

❝ No one believed I exist -- almost no one. Until you came. ❞

❝ Are you a miracle? ❞

❝ Of all the creatures I've met, you are the scariest. ❞

❝ Of all the creatures I've met, you are the most beautiful. ❞

❝ Of all the creatures I've met, you are the kindest. ❞

❝ Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all creation reflected in your forebrain. ❞

❝ It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation. ❞

❝ Even when you're sleeping… And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. ❞

❝ I feel great, mute empathy for you. ❞

❝ You told us to fuck off. ❞

❝ Yes. You're sorry. You're the sorriest person who ever lived. Nothing has changed. I've heard this repentance shit a million times over. ❞

❝ We did everything we could. ❞

❝ You are tireless. Madly driven. ❞

❝ Then there's the… self-flagellating issue. ❞

❝ I don't want to be anymore. It hurts. ❞

❝ I've finally gone insane. ❞

❝ Go home. Or fuck off. ❞

❝ There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. ❞

❝ This is a terrible line of questioning, and it will only lead to more awareness. ❞

❝ Alright. Nothingtown to Fuck-All-Borough! ❞

❝ Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have the exact features of a savage art critic. Disheveled and prophetic. ❞

❝ Looks like the circus left town, but the clowns are still here. ❞

❝ I am the vilest of the vile: A traitor, a devourer of nations and infants. ❞

❝ My days of giving a shit and being this type of animal are over. ❞

❝ Don't stop, keep singing. Sing me the song of death. ❞

❝ When you wear your coat, you wear my soul. ❞

❝ Weave this into the story of you. ❞

❝ Do I have a shaker in my hand? Am I wearing a little bow-tie? Am I smiling? Do you see me smiling and shaking my little shaker? No? Do you know why? Because I'm not a bartender! ❞

❝ I'm currently in between names. ❞

❝ What the fuck is a rake? I'm not a gardener! ❞

❝ The streets will flow red once more. You wait and see. ❞

❝ You are obsessed with sadness and with frivolous pop culture. ❞

❝ It's a matter of days. Not weeks. ❞

❝ It's very late. We should be resting already. Tomorrow will be another tough day. ❞

❝ I am the law. ❞

❝ You failed. You failed me. ❞

❝ Time to go work in the shit factory! ❞

❝ Don't worry, we will protect you from her beauty. ❞

❝ I see through deceits. ❞

❝ You are not a fool. ❞

❝ We made each other drink harder. That's why I liked him. ❞

❝ That's why I liked him. ❞

❝ My real name isn't mine. ❞

❝ I am as queer as cabaret. ❞

❝ You're a human can-opener. ❞

❝ I hope that at least that extra lining helps you keep warm at night. I wouldn't like you to catch cold. ❞

❝ It's your disgusting body. Even through your sleep, you feel a vague discomfort suffusing it. Your belly and your sides are unpleasantly tender. You wish you could curl up into a fetal ball of safety, but you cannot -- because of the pain. ❞

❝ You're just pretending that you're asleep, even to yourself. While the world goes on without you... ❞

❝ Thou art honourable and just, sire. 'Tis the snakes who are vile! Hissing in the grass... ❞

❝ You look like shit. ❞

❝ Oh God, ___! oh God, ___, what did you do...?! ❞

❝ I'm sorry ___. I'm so sorry. ❞

❝ The night is always darkest before the dawn. ❞

❝ Look under the floorboards. ❞

❝ Yes, I enjoyed the way he bled. ❞

❝ Habitual alcohol use has made you into a scared little pussy. ❞

❝ People just don't know how to accept gifts, especially taxidermy. ❞

❝ I'm very sorry for your loss. ❞

❝ It's not your place to live their lives. ❞

❝ What going to happen now? Everyone's going to die! What do you think is going to happen? ❞

❝ No one ever cares anymore, why would they cheat me like this?... ❞

❝ The person inside doesn't even know you are here. ❞

❝ It's the world. You're made of it. Every day you're out there you make more of yourself from it. I'm afraid you can't be unmade now. ❞

❝ You're one fine instrument. ❞

❝ You're the son of the World again. A ceaseless agent picking up litter and old newspapers, collecting your little bubble gum wrappers and idiot picture cards. Meaningless, meaningless keepsakes. ❞

❝ All those faces and all those names, all that laughter and screaming and scheming around... Every corner and every street... Recorded in you. Forever. ❞

❝ You're a real political animal. You still don't see that it's the world that's changing you. ❞

❝ I am the city. ❞

❝ I am a fragment of the world spirit. ❞

❝ My heart is the wind corridor. ❞    

❝ I've seen you with her -- and I've seen you without her. I've seen you on the crescent of the hill. ❞

❝ I need you. You can keep me on this earth. ❞

❝ Be vigilant. ❞    

❝ I love you. ❞

❝ You're going to keep your vows. ❞

❝ I'm not going to be played by an upset stomach. ❞

❝ Kill him if you have to. Our ultimate fate depends on it. ❞

❝ It is time to unleash the Other-World. ❞

❝ They said they killed him. They said 'it was a good way to end a Sunday night'. ❞    

❝ Be wary of the abyss. ❞

❝ Okay Mr. Sunshine, I guess I'd be pretty gloomy too had I gotten shot in the ass. ❞

❝ You already were a ghost. ❞    

❝ It's the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don't rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. ❞

❝ You are the infernal engine. You never stop. You only get worse. ❞

❝ Sunrise, ____. Prepare for war. ❞

❝ I just don't want to walk into another embarrassment. ❞

❝ I am a creature of pride, you see... I'm afraid of becoming a joke. ❞

❝ Let's just admire this piece of the world we happen to have in front of us, eh? ❞

❝ Sometimes I feel like I don't have a good brain. ❞

❝ I am a deserter, a partisan, and a prisoner of war. This is my term-less surrender. ❞

❝ It's the life of a dog, not a human being. ❞

❝ Men without ideals are only animals. ❞

-pause-

-painful pause-

-pause-

He thought he was exceptionally lucky to have the ability at all. It had proven useful in getting to anywhere very quickly.

Rose is a lovely person. She and I’s friendship is particularly new, as is my friendship with Antoine. All of my friendships with those like you are in their infancy, if I’m being honest. I do not possess many close friends.

Most of them saw or had seen the therapist before the man. That was a problem of his own making, he knew. It took him awhile to properly open up to anyone, much less trust them. That didn’t detract from his want or ability to help them, though. Showing what he had shown Sybelle was more than he had revealed to anyone recently. He hadn’t even been that open with Lestat. Only Luxe or even Angelus had been shown such things before. And before that, Reese.

Casimir listened as she told more of her tale, wondering if she’d be this honest with him if she were not in the state she was in now. He hoped she didn’t resent him for letting her speak, but he felt that this would prove to be quite cathartic for her in the long run.

When terrible things happen, sometimes family members say and do terrible things in retaliation. Those that are resentful become more so, those that are cruel lash out even more… It is an unfortunate, but natural reaction. It is no excuse, of course.

Everyone reacts differently to death. My daughters are long dead, and the woman who killed them is also. Her death did not free me from my grief.

He paused for a moment at an intersection, spying an alleyway coming up on their right.

It wasn't long since she'd mastered the ability to fly and she used it nightly, but it was better to be careful in her state right now.

Antoine is very dear to me, too. I'm learning friendship myself. Never had any friend in my mortal days so I'm not always sure how it works.

Were they friends, too ? Perhaps it was building to it. She wouldn't forget this gesture, and she'd revealed enough with Cas to consider him close if anything. She appreciated that he shared in return.

He'd fallen into addiction at the time. I don't know how that factored in but I have a hard time thinking drugs and spirits alone would make one beat up their own sister.

Some things, in life, simply didn't make sense. She'd understood this early. She didn't know what to say to signify that she wasn't just speaking about herself, that she was listening too, so she just paused speaking and nodded.

I grieve him too sometimes. Who he could have been.

A discreet smile. Yes, precisely. It'd been a double edged sword, music, in the beginning of her life. It'd allowed her family to exploit her, yet she simply wouldn't have survived without it.

He really didn’t mind carrying her, but he also preferred her to make the decision with how they got her home. Agency was important in situations such as this.

You can call me a friend, if you’d like, Sybelle.

After this, they certainly were, he thought. A mere acquaintance didn’t fly halfway across the globe to help someone like this.

…he beat you?

Casimir’s grip on her hand grew a little tighter at this new information, his expression growing hard. That was unacceptable. Beating a child. A sister. One’s family. Casimir may have a temper, but he would have never raised a hand to his siblings…and especially not his children. His grip loosened to what it had been when she implied that this brother was no longer among the living.

I was about to ask if he still lived.

He smiled at her over her comment on music, nodding in agreement. Then as they approached the alley he had spotted, he guided her gently into it so they could make an unseen journey into the skies.

Being carried was a little too close for her comfort, despite the emotional closeness they were building right now. One of a friend, as he fully admitted to her. She supposed they were that now, even if that was fast.

I shall.

She definitely let down her guard fully around him, and she did not do that with just anyone. Sybelle thought she'd implied the beatings, but it seemed she hadn't been explicit enough. She could forget how shocking it was to hear for some people. Sybelle told Casimir the same thing she'd told herself : Some things in life don't make sense.

Armand killed him. It seemed I'm the one who would have died if he hadn't. Benji said so.

It was still a difficult truth to accept. She was dangerously close to stewing over it for too long when Casimir reminded her they had to fly. She nodded and took his hand before they began their ascent.

The older Vampire normally didn’t show such memories to people. He didn’t reveal himself in such ways to anyone save for those he was very close to, so of course he considered her a friend after this.

I do not condone such behaviour from those who are responsible for others.

Good for Armand, honestly. He didn’t feel he should say that to her, though.

Once they were in the air, Casimir didn’t say much, focused on their destination and keeping hold of her hand. Though he did keep a careful eye on his surroundings, and often steered them away from buildings with cameras or brightly lit windows. Once they arrived in Manhattan, he gave her a nod, guiding them to a safe place to land.

She grew a little agitated as she spoke the words into his mind, and had to yank her focus back to taking flight. It was good that they were holding hands. Sybelle kept no secret about what happened to her, but rarely did she actually speak about Fox other than as a distant monster, never focusing on her own feelings.

She stayed quiet over the rest of the trip, feeling it was necessary. As they landed, she took her bearings for a bit and felt already a bit more grounded. She knew the streets, she also recognized her usual pattern of sounds. New York could be a cacophony but it was home, and it had become sort of a comfort over the years.