Everyone's...been grafted^[1]. Everyone who came with me^[2].

They crossed the sea for me. They fought, for me.

Heh... Only to have their arms taken. Their legs taken.

Even their heads...taken. Taken and stuck to the spider^[3].

Did you know? If you're grafted by the spider^[3], you become a chrysalid^[4].

It's quite the lark, when you think about it.

You're all on your own, are you? And heading to Stormveil Castle^[5]?

Enticed by the one in the white mask^[6], I suppose.

Oh, you've come to be one with the spider^[3]?

Well, that makes us two peas in a pod. But I don't have your courage.

It's scary, you know. Having your arms cut off. Or legs. Or your head.

I want to be like everyone else, but I'm just too scared.

I'm nothing but a craven.

Oh, I know. Can you take this little^[7] one along with you?

The poor thing deserves someone braver than myself...

And the spirits look rather fondly upon you.

It'll be glad of your company, I think, the little'un.

It was a pleasure to see you.

Oh, can you pass on a message for me, if you see the little chrysalids^[4] in Stormveil Castle^[5]?

Tell them I love them. And that, despite my craven heart, I'm sure I'll be joining their club soon enough.

I'm finally getting the hang of this whole "pain" thing, you know.

A pleasure to see you.

Did you give the little chrysalids^[4] the message?

That I love them. And that, despite my craven heart, I'm sure I'll be joining their club soon enough.