[After Cole's inner circle quest. -Spirit Cole]

　　Blackwall: I hear you found the templar that killed you.

　　Cole: Yes. His hurt is healed. So is mine.

　　Blackwall: Just like that? How do you forgive someone who does that to you?

　　Cole: He was frightened. The other templars were older. He didn't know what to do.

　　Cole: Afraid of them, afraid of me, can't face it, lock it away and pretend it wasn't real.

　　Cole: He fled far away, tried to forget, to be someone new.

　　Blackwall: He deserved to be punished.

　　Cole: He was.

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　　Blackwall: This templar who hurt you... you made him forget?

　　Cole: Yes. He knows he left the templars, but I'm not there. He just knows they made him someone he didn't want to be.

　　Blackwall: Why did you do that? You shouldn't have taken that from him.

　　Cole: Why?

　　Blackwall: Taking away a bad memory is one thing. Taking away guilt is another. Without that guilt, it's as though he never killed you.

　　Cole: Isn't the world better that way?

　　Blackwall: I... I don't know.

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　　Cole: I understand. Making the templar forget what he did to me is like making you forget Rainier.

　　Blackwall: I... Yes. Perhaps.

　　Cole: My pain was his pain. It made the amulet not work. We both had to let it go.

　　Blackwall: But now he doesn't remember what he did.

　　Cole: Isn't me not hurting more important than him being punished?

　　Blackwall: [Sighs.] We are a pair, you and I. The victim and the murderer. If it helps you, lad, then I am glad you forgave him.

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　　Cole: You think that if you forget, you will become like that again. But you're not him. You have other things to carry. You can put the bodies down.

　　Blackwall: Thankyou.

　　[After Cole's inner circle quest. -Human Cole]

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　　Blackwall: I hear you found the templar that hurt you.

　　Cole: Yes. I tried to kill him. I thought it would fix it, fix me.

　　Blackwall: Did it?

　　Cole: No. But I'm more real now. I'll remember.

　　Blackwall: Good. Remembering is the only way you learn.

　　Cole: It hurts.

　　Blackwall: It does.

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　　Blackwall: So now that you've dealt with the templar, you're a real boy?

　　Cole: Realer.

　　Blackwall: Good enough. I suppose you'll stop looking into people's heads soon? And you might want to look into, I don't know, eating.

　　Cole: Blech.

　　Blackwall: Oh, are we at that stage? Spitting everything up? At least you've mastered walking.

　　Blackwall: Soon you'll be eating properly. Then drinking. Then drinking for real. Then girls.

　　Cole: You know a lot about girls.

　　Blackwall: You're supposed to stop looking in my head.

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　　Blackwall: What do you think your templar is doing now? Trying to make a new life for himself?

　　Cole: Stop. It isn't about you.

　　Blackwall: What?

　　Cole: Callier. His family. His children. You wonder if some part of them watches you still.

　　Cole: You wonder if they want you to feel guilty, if they want you to make up for what you did... but they don't.

　　Cole: If they're watching, all they want is not to have died. It isn't about you.

　　Blackwall: [Sighs.] We are a pair, you and I. The victim and the murderer.