Teardrop: Well... got a plan?
Teardrop: Such a good path to take in life. Relying on shapeshifting strangers to make plans for you.
Rufus: There's our country which is called Atlantica and then, far away from the mountains, there's another country. Hidden. From everyone.
Teardrop: Wait. Then how do you know it?
Rufus: I don't know, but I know no book talks about them.
Teardrop: There is something incredibly wrong with what you just said.
Rufus: It's correct. No books talk about them.
Teardrop: You know, I discovered about this country by picking up the first book I found on the library. Tell me who took away every text talking about them. He should get fired immediately.
Teardrop: Oh, so you're the one who started to burn everything in my city. You know, there are books in my library. They're of a high value. You could have damaged them.
Inferadness: Should I care for thy little books?
Teardrop: They have feelings. They told me they won't forgive you. You burnt one of their brothers.
Teardrop: Oh, god, no. It's you again.
Inferadness: Art thou surprised?
Teardrop: I threw you. Onto the lava.
Inferadness: Such a genius work of logic. Throwing into the lava a person made of fire and expecting him to burn to dead. Riveting tale, old chap.
Teardrop: Won't you just shut up already?
Teardrop: Inferadness? Are you inside?
Inferadness: Tehehe... who do we have there... oh. It's thou. Thee who nearly ended my life.
Teardrop: I need your help.
Inferadness: Oh, the irony. And now, thou come to seek my help, after nearly ending my life.
Teardrop: Thou sir pardon me in this old speakest talkest! What's up with you and your speech manners? Are you stuck on the Inbetween War?
Teardrop: Is the ship ready, Knights of Atlantica?
Rocky: Yes it is, captain.
Teardrop: Have you covered it in anti-fire protection?
Rocky: Yes, we have. Why do we need to, though?
Teardrop: Uh... I'll explain later.
Teardrop: It's hard to be me. I'm lonely, I'm a jerk, I cannot see the good side of people. It's my fault I am as much of a coward to don't help you. Even though we'll surely be fighting after we finish this... I have to say something to you, Inferadness. Forgive me.
Teardrop: It's you. Finally, it's the cold ice queen.
Borealis: What? Surprised, you pesky little noble? You haven't got the grace and beauty of a princess. Jealous?
Teardrop: Should I be?
Borealis: Hohohoho. And why are you there, I may ask?
Teardrop: I am there to end you...
Inferadness: Correction. We art there to end thy life.
Borealis: It's like the Inbetween War all over again.
Inferadness: It's royal speaking, thou spoiled brat!