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《龙腾世纪：审判》里Cole的谈吐中满是韵脚诗和暗喻，英语使用者都要费劲解读，完美汉化又还遥遥无期。因为实在不能想象机翻版的效果，于是翻译一些分享给大家。
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Cole: 好多面具啊。
Blackwall: 你说在舞会上吗？这是奥莱的文化，习惯吧。
Cole: 不是在舞会上，是在这里。
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Cole: “仿声鸟，仿声鸟，沉默而宁静，而你在那高高的山头上又看见了什么？你能向上看吗？你能向下看吗？”
Blackwall: 等等…
Cole: 你能看那见遍布小镇的死亡吗？
Blackwall: 你怎么知道这首歌的？
Cole: 只是突然想到了，人人都在说，人人都知道。Cole: 孩子们都知道。
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Cole: 为什么你可以在脸上长出头发？
Blackwall: 听着，这事你得问Varric，他似乎把给你收养了。
Cole: 可是他的脸上没有头发。是面具吗？
Blackwall: 不是，这是胡子。 听着，要是你是任何其他跟你同龄的小伙子，我就会告诉你或许有一天你也会长出一把来。
Blackwall: 除了我不确定一个变成了男孩的灵体会不会长胡子。
Cole: 我能试试。
Blackwall: 好吧，你试吧，祝你好运，玩得开心。
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Cole: 我们与火焰嬉戏着，这令她感到温暖，不，可是此时正值夏季，蕾蒂。
Blackwall: 你能做的这事，或许你能别再做了？
Cole: 我带了朵花给她，他们却带走了她，我把它留在她的床上，剩下的八朵洒在了窗台。
Cole: 比武场上的沙与花园的长椅。数到五是教会的祭坛。数到一是个孩子与她的发。海洋？多到数不胜数。
Cole: 而数到三十六。则是今日匆匆写就的城垛。
Blackwall: 拜托去烦Solas。
Cole: 你有许多的感受。
Cole: 我很抱歉她已经死了。
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Cole: 你的小刀很大欸。
Blackwall: *嗤笑* 这是把剑。
Cole: 它比我的大。
Blackwall: 你这么一说突然让我觉得难堪了。
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Blackwall: 一个灵体究竟是怎么变成个大活人的？
Cole: 我不知道，一个守卫者究竟是怎么变灰的？
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Blackwall: 你知道Cole，你还不错，只是我永远不能习惯从你嘴里冒出来的东西。
Cole: 难道是曾经有个男人的嘴里冒出了蜜蜂？
Blackwall: 又一个完美的例子。
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Blackwall: 你盯着什么看呢？
Cole: 你的脑袋。好多的缠结。乱团。这还只是里面。
Cole: 你需要把梳子。
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Blackwall: 嘿Cole，说一些有趣的事。
Cole: “一些有趣的事”？
Blackwall: 是啊，我活该有这样的回答。
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Cole: 当你冲向他们时，你故意让他们打你。
Blackwall: 那是理想情况。也是我的盔甲比你的重的原因。
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Cole: 金色的，优雅的，闪烁的却并不花哨。声音精巧而迷人。
Blackwall: 你在说什么呢Cole？
Cole: 甜美，柔软，丝缎一般。她的衣服，还有她衣服包裹着的身体。你打算跟约瑟芬说吗？
Blackwall: Maker的蛋蛋，从我脑子里滚出行不？你让我听着像个肮脏的老混蛋！
Cole: 你想知道她是怎么看你的么？
Blackwall: 不想。
Cole: 你应该想。
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Blackwall: 他们说你是个恶魔。
Cole: 是的，或者是个善灵。我想做个善灵。
Blackwall: 不管怎样，我知道你很危险。
Cole: 是的，就跟你一样。
Blackwall: 什么？
Cole: 路边的布袋，挣扎着。一个男孩跑向了它，哭泣着。
Blackwall: 好吧，所以你很危险，还很疯狂。
Cole: 如果你能的话你早就收手了。但那样就够了。千万不要再犯了。
Blackwall: 为什么你会在这？你真的能理解这个世界发生的事吗？
Cole: 我治愈无助的人们，给充满伤痛的地方带去希望。
Blackwall: 但是你也杀过人。
Cole: 是的，在我知道自己是什么以前。
Blackwall: 我们凭什么相信你现在就能帮他们了？
Cole: 这太过痛苦了，我不能是我自己，我必须成为一个从未杀戮过的人。
Cole: 只要帮助得够多我就能变得不一样，我不是我，只要相信就能成为。
Blackwall: Maker他蛋蛋！
Cole: 只要我们足够渴望，我们就能改变。
（墙叔你怎么就不懂，Cole说的是“我们”。）
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Blackwall: 告诉我Cole，你是怎么让他们忘记你的？
Cole: 我并不是真的存在，所以他们已经想要把我忘记了。
Cole: 找到那些不合适的部分然后放它们自由。他们的心灵形成合理的形状时并不需要我的参与。
Blackwall: 但那是不对的。
Cole: So many masks.
Blackwall: At the ball? It's Orlesian culture, get used to it.
Cole: Not at the ball. Here.
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Cole: "Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still, what do you see from the top of that hill? Can you see up? Can you see down? "
Blackwall: Wait...
Cole: Can you see the dead things all about town?
Blackwall: How do you know that song?
Cole: It just came to me. Everyone says everyone knows it. The children knew it.
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Cole: How do you get the hair on your face?
Blackwall: Look, ask Varric. He seems to have adopted you.
Cole: He doesn't have have hair on his face. Is it a mask?
Blackwall: No it's a beard. Look, if you were any other lad your age I'd tell that one day you'll probably grow one too, except I don't know if spirits that become boys get beards.
Cole: I could try.
Blackwall: Right. You go do that then. Good luck. Have fun.
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Cole: We played by the fire so she would be warm. No, it's summer, Liddy.
Blackwall: This thing you do? Maybe you should stop doing it.
Cole: Got her flower but they'd taken her. Left it on her bed. Next eight on the sill.
Cole: Tourney sands. A garden seat. Five to Chantry altars. One to a child with her hair. The sea? Too many to count.
Cole: And thirty-six. Tossed off the battlements today.
Blackwall: Go bother Solas.
Cole: You have many feelings.
Cole: I'm sorry she died.
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Cole: Your knife is big.
Blackwall: [Snickers] It's a sword.
Cole: It's bigger than mine.
Blackwall: And now you've made it awkward.
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Blackwall: How does a spirit become flesh anyway?
Cole: I don't know. How does a Warden become Grey?
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Blackwall: You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth.
Cole: There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth?
Blackwall: A perfect example.
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Blackwall: What are you staring at?
Cole: Your head. So many tangles. Knots. And that's just on the inside.
Cole: You need a hairbrush.
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Blackwall: Hey, Cole. Say something interesting.
Cole: "Something interesting"?
Blackwall: Yes, I deserved that one.
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Cole: When you charge at them, you make them hit you.
Blackwall: Ideally. That's why my armor's heavier than yours.
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Cole: Golden, graceful, glittering but not gaudy. Voice delicate and delectable.
Blackwall: What are you talking about, Cole?
Cole: Sweet, soft, silky. Her dress, and also under her dress. Are you going to talk to Josephine?
Blackwall: Maker's balls, get out of my mind, would you? You make me sound like a dirty, old bastard!
Cole: Do you want to hear what she thinks of you?
Blackwall: No.
Cole: You should.
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Blackwall: They say you're a demon.
Cole: Yes. Or spirit. I want it to be spirit.
Blackwall: Either way, I know you're dangerous.
Cole: Yes. Like you.
Blackwall: What?
Cole: A sack on the side of the road, struggling. The boy runs from it, crying.
Blackwall: Fine, so you're dangerous and insane.
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[If not romance Blackwall.]
Cole: You would stop it if you could. That is enough. But don't do it again.
Blackwall: Why are you here? Do you even understand what's happening in the world?
Cole: I heal the helpless, give hope where there is hurt.
Blackwall: But you've killed before.
Cole: Yes. Before I knew what I was.
Blackwall: Why should we believe you can help now?
Cole: It hurts too much, I can't be me, have to be someone who never killed.
Cole: Help enough and I'm different, I'm not me. Believe it to become it.
Blackwall: Maker's balls！
Cole: We can change, if we want it enough.
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Blackwall: Tell me, Cole, how do you make them forget you?
Cole: I'm not really real. They already want to forget me.
Cole: I find the part that doesn't fit and set it free. Their mind makes a shape that makes sense without me.
Blackwall: That's not right.
[墙叔个人任务后]
Cole:我很抱歉你必须留下。这对他们来说是无意义的。但你曾经想修复这一切，这并不是你的错。
Blackwall: 什么不是我的错？
Cole: 他们想要的是黑墙，而不是雷尼尔。这就是为什么他们会生气。
Blackwall: 生气？真的？我还以为那些皱着眉头的脸是我想象出来的呢。现在既然你知道了，也好上语言攻击我一番了？
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Blackwall: 你治愈那些无助的人们…但你对我曾经隐藏的事情并不生气？
Cole: 你从来都没对我隐藏过什么。
Cole: “仿声鸟，仿声鸟”。马车中有太多的声音。主啊，他们还小。
Cole: 如果我让我的人停手，他们就会知道这一切都是谎言。寒冷，交捆，心脏锤击着像仓门上的手斧。
Blackwall: 停下来，求你了。
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Blackwall: Cole，如果早知道我是谁，我做过什么，你为何没有告诉过任何人。
Cole: 每个人都藏匿着已死的东西，每个人都在假装。而你却想要修复它。
Blackwall: 我是个杀人犯。
Cole: 你并不想这样，于是你创造了新的自己。你，就是黑墙，你，杀死了雷尼尔。
Blackwall: 只要那是可能的话。
Cole: 你就会站在雷尼尔和那仓库之间。但是你不能，事情也并不像那样。
Cole: 于是你背负上这些尸骨以永远记得。
Blackwall: 我想我是的。
[After Blackwall's inner circle quest.]
Cole: I'm sorry you have to stay. It wouldn't work for them. You were trying to fix it. It isn't your fault.
Blackwall: What isn't my fault?
Cole: They wanted Blackwall, not Rainier. That's why the others are angry.
Blackwall: Angry? Really? I thought I was just imagining all the frowning faces. Care to tear into me as well, now that you know?
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Blackwall: You, who heal the helpless... you're not angry about what I was hiding?
Cole: You never hid from me.
Cole: "Mockingbird, mockingbird." Too many voices in the carriage. Maker, they're young.
Cole: If I tell my men to stop, they'll know it was all a lie. Cold, trapped, heart hammering like axes on a carriage door.
Blackwall: Stop. Please.
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Blackwall: Cole, if you knew what I am, what I'd done, why didn't you tell the others?
Cole: Everyone hides dead things. Everyone pretends. You wanted to fix it.
Blackwall: I'm a murderer.
Cole: You don't want to be. You made a new you. You are Blackwall. You killed Rainier.
Blackwall: If only that were possible.
Cole: You would stand between Rainier and the carriage. But you can't. It doesn't work like that.
Cole: So you carry the bodies to remember.
Blackwall: I suppose I do.
[科尔个人任务后 -灵体科尔路线]
Blackwall: 我听说你找到了那个杀了你的圣殿骑士。
Cole: 是的，他的伤已经愈合了，就像我的一样。
Blackwall: 就那样了？你怎么能原谅一个对你做出这种事的人。
Cole: 他吓坏了。另一个圣殿骑士更老一些。他不知道该怎么办。Cole: 惧怕着他们，惧怕着我，不能去面对，将它锁起来然后假装这不是真的。
Cole: 他远远的逃离了，尝试去遗忘，尝试去成为一个新的人。
Blackwall: 他应该接受惩罚。
Cole: 他曾经是。
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Blackwall: 这个曾经伤害过你的圣殿骑士，你让他遗忘了？
Cole: 是的，他知道他脱离了圣殿骑士，虽然我不在那。他知道他们让自己成为了一个他不想成为的人。
Blackwall: 你为什么要这么做，你不应该夺走他的这份记忆。
Cole: 为什么？
Blackwall: 带走一段不好的回忆是一件事，带走一份愧疚是另一回事。没有了那份愧疚，就如同他从来没有杀死过你。
Cole: 这样这个世界不是更美好吗？
Blackwall: 我…我不知道。
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Cole: 我懂。让这个圣殿骑士忘记他所做的事对我来说就像是让你忘记雷尼尔。
Blackwall: 我… 是吧，或许。
Cole: 我的痛苦曾是他的痛苦，这让项链不能起作用，因此我跟他都要将其放下。
Blackwall: 但是现在他不记得他都做过什么了。
Cole: 难道他必须受惩罚这事比我不再痛苦这事更重要吗？
Blackwall: 哎，你跟我真是一对，你跟我啊，一个受害者，一个谋杀犯。如果这对你有帮助，小伙子，那我很高兴你原谅了他。
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Cole: 你以为如果你忘记了， 你就会再一次成为过去的自己。但是你并不是他。你还有其他的事情需要背负，你可以将这些尸骨卸下。
Blackwall: 谢谢你。
[科尔个人任务后 -人类科尔路线]
Blackwall: 我听说你找到了那个杀了你的圣殿骑士。
Cole: 是的，我本想杀死他。我以为这能修复一切，修复我。
Blackwall: 成功了吗？
Cole: 没有。但是我现在更加真实了。我会记得。
Blackwall: 很好，记得是学习的唯一方法。
Cole: 这很痛苦。
Blackwall: 这的确很痛苦。
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Blackwall: 所以你解决了这个圣殿骑士的问题，你现在是个真正的男孩了？
Cole: 更真实了。
Blackwall: 很好。我猜你很快就不会再窥看别人的心理了。然后你可能会想，我不知道，吃东西？Cole: 恶~
Blackwall: 哦，我们还在那个阶段呢？吐得到处都是？至少你已经熟练地掌握了走路。
Blackwall: 很快你就能正常进食了。然后就是喝酒。然后就是真的喝酒。然后就是妹子。
Cole: 你知道很多妹子的事情。
Blackwall: 你不是应该不会再偷看我的心思了吗。
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Blackwall: 你觉得你的那位圣殿骑士在做什么呢？ 试着为自己建立新的生活？
Cole: 停。这事跟你没关。
Blackwall: 啥？
Cole: 卡莱尔。他的家人。他的孩子。你怀疑他们中的某些人仍然在看着你。
Cole: 你想着他们是不是希望你愧疚，是不是希望你能弥补你所做过的事，但是他们并不是。
Cole: 如果他们正在看着，他们所希望的只是当初没有死。而这跟你都没有关系。
Blackwall: 哎，你跟我真是一对，你跟我啊，一个受害者，一个谋杀犯。
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Cole: 如果你想记得，那记得这个：如果你又成为了雷尼尔，我会在场，并杀了你。
Cole: 而如果我再次成为恶魔并伤害了他人，你也会杀了我。
Blackwall: 我想这我能接受。
[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.
Cole & Cassandra 科尔与卡珊德拉
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Cassandra: 如果你要跟我们并肩作战的话Cole，我希望你能听从指令。审判官相信你真心想帮忙，但是我不会允许你威胁到无辜的人
Cole: 是的，帮助受伤的人，拯救弱小的人。若是我成了恶魔，砍了我。
Cassandra: 你可别怀疑我，我真会这么做。
Cole: 很好。
Cassandra: 你...是认真的?
Cole: 是的，我也希望你这么做。
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Cole: 你是个比兰伯特更好的追随者。你在乎着所有人。
Cassandra: 你认识至高追随者兰伯特？
Cole: 我杀了他。他更在乎阻止法师而不是保护人们。
Cassandra: 你杀了至高追随者？
Cole: 可悲的法师们。在安多拉河段击破他们或饿死他们。随便哪一个。
Cole: 我需要树立个警示，让追随者越权掌握力量。推翻教皇，然后在上帝的眼中欢呼胜利。
Cassandra: 我…我不知道该不该相信你说的。
Cole: 你相信我杀了他。
（兰伯特是官方小说Asunder的反派Boss，圣法全面战争中追索者与圣殿最高领导，在小说最后解除了Nevarran协议宣布脱离教会，然后被Cole杀死。）
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Cole，你所声称的那些至高追随者兰伯特犯过的罪，你有任何证据证明吗？
Cole: 我就在那，我不需要证据。
Cassandra: 但是他可以通过正当的手段被审判。有些教规…
Cole: 他老用教规来伤害别人。他总是能找到正确的理由，即使他杀了我的朋友。
Cassandra: 你有过朋友？
Cole: 一个很美的圣殿骑士。她为了保护我跟Rhys死了，但是后来她又变好了。
Cassandra: 我…我都不确定我想知道那意味着什么。（我靠你这么说谁能懂，实际情况是温妮将体内的信仰之灵续给了这个儿子的女朋友，牺牲掉了自己。）
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Cassandra: 我考虑过你说过的关于兰伯特的话，
Cole。如果这是真的，或许他值得去死。
Cassandra: 但是杀他的人也不该是你。
Cole: 那他还会伤害更多人。
Cassandra: 这不是那么简单的事。
Cole: 为什么？他让圣殿骑士看到的是怪物而不是法师，让他们压迫着直到一切都崩溃。
Cassandra: 我们以为兰伯特是被暗杀的。这让叛变的局势更加严峻，间接导致了很多人的死亡。
Cole: 至少不是被他杀的。哎~
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Cassandra: Cole，你杀了至高追随者兰伯特因为这样就能阻止他再伤害他人。
Cole: 是的，谢谢你还记得，人们常常会忘了我。
Cassandra: 这就是你后来去了Therinfal的原因吗？
Cole: 多数人听到的都是一样的，但是领导者们却病态地听从了一个新的曲调，被其伤害并被掏空。
Cole: 他们吞咽着谎言直到最终一同歌唱出黑暗的乐曲。这声音挖空了他们。
Cole: 我希望如果我又伤人了他们能制止我，结果最后变成了我不得不阻止他们。
Cole: 哦，等等，你有个问题。
Cassandra: 或许我们该想想别的什么…更开心的事。
Cole: 比如帮助别人？
Cassandra: 是的。就像那样。
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Cole:哈，那样就更加合乎情理了。
Cassandra: 你干嘛看着我说这话。
Cole: 你找到了信仰，不只是感情。而是灵魂。
Cassandra: 我们不需要再继续聊这个话题了。
Cole: 我是个触碰了身体的灵体，你是个触碰了灵魂的身体。我们是一样的只是相反了。
Cassandra: 求你快停吧。
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Cole: 那是你，卡珊德拉。
Cassandra: 什么？
Cole: 自腹腔中深深地呼吸，严寒也被温暖了，岩石在我身下，烛光在我身前，上帝环绕着世界。
Cole: 然后是虚无，空寂，我被割开了，被烧灼了，然后被那带着我回乡的圣光俘获并洗礼。
Cole: 你在反向的思索。你因为灵魂而失去了信仰。而这灵魂却是因你的信仰触碰了你。
Cole: 这就是你。
Cassandra: 谢谢你Cole, 我很感激。
Cassandra: If you are to fight alongside us, Cole, I expect you to follow orders.
Cassandra: The Inquisitor believes you wish to help, but I will not allow you to threaten innocents.
Cole: Yes. Help the hurt, save the small. If I become a demon, cut me down.
Cassandra: Do not doubt me. I will do it.
Cole: Good.
Cassandra: You're... serious, aren't you?
Cole: Yes. I hope you are, too.
Cole: You're a better Seeker than Lambert. You care about everyone.
Cassandra: You knew Lord Seeker Lambert?
Cole: I killed him. He cared more about stopping mages than protecting people.
Cassandra: You killed the Lord Seeker.
Cole: Pathetic mages. Crush them at Andoral's Reach or starve them out. Doesn't matter which.
Cole: I need an example, Seekers succeeding, seizing power. Overthrow the Divine, triumphant in the eyes of the Maker.
Cassandra: I... am uncertain whether to believe you.
Cole: You believe I killed him.
Cassandra: Cole, do you have any proof about what you claim Lord Seeker Lambert did?
Cole: I was there. I didn't need proof.
Cassandra: But he could have been brought to justice. There are rules...
Cole: He used rules to hurt people. He always found a way to be right, even when he killed my friend.
Cassandra: You had a friend?
Cole: A pretty templar. She died protecting Rhys and me, but she got better.
Cassandra: I... don't even want to know what that means.
Cassandra: Cole, you killed Lord Seeker Lambert so he wouldn't hurt people.
Cole: Yes. Thank you for remembering. Sometimes people forget me.
Cassandra: Is that why you went to Therinfal?
Cole: Most sounded the same, but the leaders they listened to were hurt, hollowed, sick with a new song.
Cole: They swallowed lies until they sang with darker music. The sound hollowed them.
Cole: I wanted them to stop me if I harmed people, but I had to stop them instead.
Cole: Oh, wait. You had a question.
Cassandra: Perhaps we should think of something more... pleasant.
Cole: Like helping people?
Cassandra: Yes, like that.
Cole: Oh. That makes more sense.
Cassandra: Why do you look at me when you say that?
Cole: You found faith, not just a feeling. It was a spirit.
Cassandra: We do not need to speak of this further.
Cole: I'm a spirit that touched a body, you're a body that touched a spirit. We're the same but backwards!
Cassandra: Please, stop.
Cole: It's you, Cassandra.
Cole: Breathing from the belly, cold air warmed, stones beneath me, candle before me, Maker all around.
Cole: Then nothing, empty, I'm cut, cauterized, then caught, cleansed by a light that carries me home.
Cole: You're thinking backwards. You don't have faith because of the spirit. The spirit came because of your faith.
Cole: It's you.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole. I appreciate that.
[Cole个人任务之后 -灵体Cole]
Cole，我知道你现在已经不再被缚灵威胁了。
Cole: 是的，我不再被束缚，不再屈服，过去的伤口也不再破裂。
Cole: 我能成为我，不再恐惧堕落。
Cassandra: 恐惧堕落？
Cole: 安东尼倒下了，血液飞溅，这不是他们寻觅的血。若吼叫是刀锋，复仇便会变得很简单。
Cole: 你并未堕落，但你曾经退缩过。愤怒让你成为了另一个人。你理解的。
Cassandra: 或许我的确理解。
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Cassandra: 那些圣殿骑士对你都做了什么？对那个真正的Cole？我知道这虐待很残暴，但是…
Cole: 是的，鞭打，和更糟的事。“你还记得跟我说“不”吗？你现在别想再说了，静谧者不会对任何事说不。”
Cassandra: 上帝啊！
Cole: 虽然不是所有人，但也足够了。善良的圣殿骑士们都不敢制止他们。
Cassandra: 无论未来发生什么，圣殿骑士和法师们自身管理的方式必将发生改变。
Cassandra: 审判庭将会对这些改变发表意见。我…会很感谢你提供的任何见解。
Cole: 怜悯与信仰。不是全部但是个开始。我能帮忙，我会尝试。
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Cole: 你对追索者的事感到伤心。
Cassandra: 这不需要什么魔法般的天赋也能懂，Cole。
Cole: 但那房间中的烛火并不是谎言。你的信仰是真实的。
Cassandra: 同样的话对兰伯特和卢修斯也能适用。一瞬间完美的信仰并不能让一个人免于过错。
Cole: 腹中缠结着，烛光燃烧着如同太阳。数月以来，只有我自己的声音。
Cole: “诚心为那些站在堕落与邪恶之中的人们祷告，愿他们绝不退缩。”
Cassandra: “祝福那和平的捍卫者们，正义的勇士”
Cole: 这样就足够了。
[Cole个人任务之后 -人类Cole]
Cassandra: 所以Cole，你宽恕了那个杀了你的圣殿骑士？
Cole: 我不知道我是否能原谅他，但我可以容忍他。
Cole: 杀了他并不能使任何事情得到改善。事情远比那要复杂。
Cassandra: 我想这是我第一次听到你承认一件事情是复杂的。
Cole: 我还不能理解所有的事，但是我会试试。
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Cassandra: 那些圣殿骑士对你都做了什么？对那个真正的Cole？我知道这虐待很残暴，但是…
Cole: 有痛打，还有更糟糕的事。“如果你告诉其他人，我就会说你用了血魔法。”
Cole: 不是所有的圣殿骑士都是这样。但是他们没有多到能勇敢站出来对抗的程度。
Cassandra: 无论未来发生什么，圣殿骑士和法师们自身管理的方式必将发生改变。
Cassandra: 审判庭将会对这些改变发表意见。我…会很感谢你提供的任何见解。
Cole: 你会听取一个恶魔的建议？
Cassandra: 我会听取，但不一定会遵从。
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Cole: 我不应该杀死兰伯特的，是不是，卡珊德拉。
Cassandra: 是什么让你改变想法了？
Cole: 我能理解更多了，我本来可以帮助那些反叛的法师。我本来可以警告某人。
Cole: 事情都是相互关联的，捆成了稳固的三角，解决一件事可能会打破另一件事。
Cole: 你是怎么做到的？
Cassandra: 我会尝试，但不是总能成功。你尽你所能，并坚定信仰，一切就会自然发生。
Cole: 我从来都不是信仰之灵，但是谢谢。我会试着变得更像你。
Cassandra: *笑*你可能会后悔有这个想法，不过我希望你一切都好。
Cassandra: So, Cole, I understand you are safe from binding now.
Cole: Yes. I am unbound, unbowed, old wounds unbroken.
Cole: I can be me, no fear of falling.
Cassandra: Fear of falling?
Cole: Anthony falls, blood spraying, not the blood they wanted. If a scream were a blade, revenge would be easy.
Cole: You didn't fall, but you faltered. Anger makes you other. You understand.
Cassandra: Perhaps I do at that.
Cassandra: What the templars did to you, to the real Cole... I knew the treatment was harsh, but...
Cole: Yes. Beatings, worse. "Do you remember telling me no? You can't do that now. The Tranquil don't say no to anything."
Cassandra: Maker's breath!
Cole: Not all, but enough. The good templars were too afraid to stop the others.
Cassandra: Whatever happens in the future, there will be changes to how templars and mages govern themselves.
Cassandra: The Inquisition may have a say in such changes. I... would appreciate any insight you might have.
Cole: Compassion and faith. Not all, but a start. I can help. I can try.
Cole: You're sad about the Seekers.
Cassandra: That takes no magical.jpgt to understand, Cole.
Cole: The room with the candle. It wasn't a lie. Your faith was real.
Cassandra: The same could be said for Lambert or Lucius. A single moment of perfect faith does not make one immune to fault.
Cole: Belly knotted, the candle burns like the sun. No voice but my own for months. "Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
Cassandra: "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just."
It will be enough.
[After Cole's inner circle qusest -Human Cole]
Cassandra: So, Cole, you've forgiven the templar who... killed you?
Cole: I don't know if I'll ever forgive him. But I can live with him.
Cole: Killing him won't make anything better. It's more complicated than that.
Cassandra: I think that's the first time I've heard you admit <i>anything</i> is complicated.
Cole: I don't understand all of it. I'm trying.
Cassandra: What the templars did to you, to the real Cole... I knew the treatment was harsh, but...
Cole: There were beatings, worse than beatings. "If you tell anyone, I'll say you used blood magic."
Cole: Not all templars were like that. But not enough could stand up to the ones who were.
Cassandra: Whatever happens in the future, there will be changes to how templars and mages govern themselves.
Cassandra: The Inquisition may have a say in such changes. I... would appreciate any insight you might have.
Cole: You'd take advice from a demon?
Cassandra: I'll take it. I'm not promising to follow it.
Cole: I was wrong to kill Lambert, wasn't I, Cassandra?
Cassandra: What made you change your mind?
Cole: I can see more. I could have helped the rebel mages. I could have warned someone.
Cole: Things are connected, tied in a tangle. Fixing one thing might break something else.
Cole: How do you do it?
Cassandra: I try, but don't always succeed. You do your best, and have faith it will turn out as it should.
Cole: I was never a spirit of faith, but thank you. I will try to be more like you.
Cassandra: You may regret that notion, but I wish you well.
Cassandra: 那么Cole，我听Varric说你是一个怜悯之灵。
Cole: 是的。
Cassandra: 一个怜悯之灵怎会变成了如此的致命杀手。
Cole: 圣殿骑士。
Cassandra: 啊，我真心表示遗憾。
Cole: 千万别，你跟库伦懂得关心他人，这比什么都重要。
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Cole: 歌声响起，但鹰已飞远再也听不见。站在门边，双腿却不能动弹。我不该在这里。
Cole: 他的妹妹在哪里？她在哭泣？她在呼吸？我却窒息了。苦痛纠缠着，却是因为谁？
Cassandra: 比起这个人我更熟悉这个故事。
Cole: 他的死并不是你的错。
Cassandra: 或许不是，但有时候即使知道也还是不够。
Cole: 你能知道得更多吗？
Cassandra: 别担心，Cole，我会没事的。
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Cole: 身体支撑着，手在腰间温柔地滑动着如同肉体与思绪的漩涡。
Cassandra: Cole!
Cole: 笔记倾泻入了每一寸空气。*轻声哼唱*
Cassandra: 这不是他们放的那首歌。
Cole: 不是，但是这是你最喜欢的歌。
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Cole: 审判庭以后会变成怎样呢？守卫者们想要帮忙，最后却伤害了人们。要是你的话就会驱逐他们，卡珊德拉。
Cassandra: 我相信那样会保险一些，但是我们并不能确定。
Cole: 如果审判庭停止帮助他人，还有哪里可以让人们远离我们的伤害？
Cassandra: 我们必须祈祷这样的事绝会不发生。
Cole: 祈祷并不是个避难所。并不能从我们手里救出他们。
Cassandra: 守卫者们堕落了，审判庭一定不能步其后尘。
Cole: 守卫者们也这么想过，圣殿骑士们也是。
Cassandra: 那我们一定要保持警惕。
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Cole: 守卫者长官卡莱尔跟你并不像，卡珊德拉。
Cassandra: 谢谢你，Cole…我想。我从没见过卡莱尔，但我会把这当做是种赞赏。
Cole: 她因堕落而堕落。那就是艾瑞蒙德说服了她伤害别人的原因。他让这看起来很英勇。她说这是一个选择， 其实这是个谎言。她是害怕了。
Cole: 你并不害怕，你也不会堕落。
Cassandra: 谢谢你，Cole，我很感激你这番话。
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Cassandra: 那魔导师艾尔蒙德呢？你感受到他隐秘的痛苦了吗？
Cole: 没有，艾瑞蒙德就是个混蛋。
Cassandra: *大笑*说得好。
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Cole: 盾牌承受着重击，刀锋起落，每次挥砍颤抖都传及刀柄。又一个强盗倒下了。
Cole: 一次完美的重击，卢修斯本该为此自豪。然而当这强盗倒下时，他的眼神与我交汇，如此惊恐，如此浪费。
Cassandra: 求你别再读我的心了，Cole。
Cole: 你不需要感到自责。
Cassandra: 并不自责，那强盗必须得死。
Cole: 不是指这个，你感到自责是因为你感到了自豪。你帮不了这强盗，有些人必须得死。为自己的技巧而高兴并不代表着你很残忍。
Cassandra: 谢谢…我想也是。
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Cole: 你卸下过你的盔甲并跟它说过话吗？
Cassandra: 没有。
Cole: 它或许会说些好话给你听。
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Cassandra: 怎么了，Cole？为什么一脸疑惑？
Cole: 少量的糕点点缀着蓝莓，黏在了你的指间。小小的手伸出当安东尼把他的那半撕给了你。
Cole: 但是当你到了厨房，他们却全都走了。
Cassandra: 啊，是的。它们很美味，但是别放久了。
[人类Cole]
Cole: 我本可以到厨房给你拿一个的，但是他们现在都能看见我了,他们问我是不是要杯水，还是片面包。
Cole: 他们想要帮我。应该是我想要帮他们才对啊。
Cassandra: 有时候接受他人的好意确实有点难。但是值得试一试。
（傲娇卡姐傲娇Cole）
[灵体Cole]
Cole: 我可你给你拿一个。厨师们看不见我。
Cassandra: 即使他们看不见你，也不代表这就不算偷窃。
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Cole: 你的眉毛让他笑了。
Cassandra: 你在说谁呢？
Cole: 铁匠的学徒。他修复了你的盔甲。他太害羞了不敢问你满不满意。他看到你测试连接件时笑了。这让他很开心。
Cassandra: 他做得很不错，下次我们回天擎时我会记得感谢他。
Cole: 我的眉毛从来不会让任何人微笑。
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Cole: 你不喜欢死人，卡珊德拉。
Cassandra: 这是个问题吗？难道我应该喜欢？
Cole: 这黑暗之城的人民。包裹在散发着如太阳花般气味的衣物里。你讨厌这歌声。
Cassandra: 啊哈，Necropolios主教。是的，我从来不懂它的意义。
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Cole: 你叔叔想你了。
Cassandra: 你从我脑子里捡到的信息，是吧？
Cole: 不是的。他写了封信。信纸中有些许痛苦。
Cassandra: 别再进我房间了。我还要告诉你多少次才行？
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Cole，我先前在枕头上发现了一个项链坠。
Cole: 那是安东尼的。
Cassandra: 那其实是我祖母的，但是里面有张安东尼的画像。我以为我弄丢了它。
Cole: 你确实弄丢了。为了它我不得不跟一只老鼠战斗。
Cassandra: 哦？*笑*谢谢你。
Cole: 他也不是只很大的老鼠啦。
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Cole: 卡珊德拉，谁是雷加亚？
（卡姐悲剧的前男友。）
Cassandra: 不是什么值得你关注的人。
Cole: 你刚刚在想你那时—
Cassandra: 现在我在想些别的事，你能猜得出吗？
Cole: 我的帽子在那里绝对不会合适。
Cassandra: So, Cole, Varric tells me you were a spirit of compassion.
Cole: Yes.
Cassandra: How does compassion become such a deadly killer?
Cole: Templars.
Cassandra: Ah. I'm truly sorry.
Cole: Don't be. You and Cullen care. That's more than most.
Cole: Voices sing, but the hawk has flown away and cannot hear them. Standing by the door, legs stuck. I shouldn't be here.
Cole: Where is his sister? Is she crying? Can she breathe? I couldn't breathe. Pain twists, but for which one?
Cassandra: I knew the story more than I knew the woman.
Cole: It isn't your fault he died.
Cassandra: Perhaps not. Sometimes knowing that isn't enough.
Cole: Can you know it more?
Cassandra: Be easy, Cole. I will be fine.
Cole: The frame holds, hand at the waist gently moves as body and thought spiral.
Cassandra: Cole!
Cole: Notes drip through the air. (Hums.)
Cassandra: That's... not the song they were playing.
Cole: Yes, but that's your favorite song.
Cole: Where would the Inquisition go?
Cassandra: What do you mean?
Cole: The Wardens wanted to help, but they hurt people instead. You would have sent them away, Cassandra.
Cassandra: I believe it may have been safer, but we cannot know for certain.
Cole: If the Inquisition stops helping, where would we go to keep people safe from us?
Cassandra: We must pray that it never comes to that.
Cole: Prayer isn't a place. It would not save them from us.
Cassandra: The Wardens fell. The Inquisition need not follow suit.
Cole: The Wardens thought the same. So did the templars.
Cassandra: Then we must be vigilant.
Cole: Warden-Commander Clarel wasn't like you, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole... I think. I never met Clarel, but I will take that as a compliment.
Cole: She fell because she fell. That's how Erimond convinced her to hurt people. He made it look like bravery.
Cole: She called it a choice, but it was a lie. She was afraid.
Cole: You aren't afraid. You won't fall.
Cassandra: Thank, you, Cole. I appreciate that.
Cassandra: What of Magister Erimond? Do you sense a secret pain in him?
Cole: No. Erimond is an asshole.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) Well said.
Cole: Shield catches the blow, blade comes down, shiver through the hilt as it cuts. Another bandit falls.
Cole: A good strike, Lucius would have been proud. The bandit's eyes meet mine as he falls, so afraid. Such a waste.
Cassandra: Please leave my mind, Cole.
Cole: You don't need to feel bad.
Cassandra: I do not feel bad. The bandits needed to die.
Cole: Not that. You feel bad for being proud of it.
Cole: You couldn't help the bandits. Some people have to die. Being happy for your skill doesn't make you cruel.
Cassandra: Thank you... I suppose.
Cole: Do you ever take off your armor and talk to it?
Cassandra: No.
Cole: It might say something nice.
Cassandra: What is it, Cole? Why the odd looks?
Cole: Light pastry with blueberries, sticky on your fingers. Small hands reaching as Anthony tears his in half.
Cole: But when you got to the kitchen, they were all gone.
Cassandra: Ah, yes. They are delicious, but do not last long.
[Human Cole]
Cole: I would get you one, but they see me in the kitchen now. They ask if I want a glass of water, a piece of bread. They want to help me. It should be the other way'round.
Cassandra: Sometimes it's difficult to accept the kindness of others, but it can be worth the effort.
[Spirit Cole]
Cole: I could get you one. The cooks don't see me.
Cassandra: Just because they don't see you doesn't mean it isn't theft.
Cole: Your elbow made him smile.
Cassandra: Who are you talking about?
Cole: The blacksmith's apprentice. He repaired the armor. He was too shy to ask if you were satisfied.
Cole: He saw you smile as you tested the joint. It made him happy.
Cassandra: It was fine work. I will remember to thank him when we are back at Skyhold.
Cole: My elbows don't make anyone smile.
Cole: You don't like dead people, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Was that a question? Am I supposed to?
Cole: The ones in the dark city. Wrapped in cloths that smell like sunflowers. You hated the singing.
Cassandra: Ah, the Grand Necropolis. Yes, I never saw the point.
Cole: Maybe dead people like the singing.
Cassandra: I would rather not think about that.
Cole: Your uncle misses you, Cassandra.
Cassandra: No. He wrote you a letter. There was pain on the page.
Cole: Stop going into my quarters. How many times must I tell you?
Cole: No. He wrote you a letter. There was pain in the page.
Cassandra: Stop going into my quarters. How many times must I tell you?
Cole, I found a locket on my pillow earlier...
Cole: It was Anthony's.
Cassandra: It was my grandmother's, actually, but it had Anthony's portrait inside. I thought I'd lost it.
Cole: You did lose it. I had to fight a rat for it.
Cassandra: Oh? Thank you.
Cole: He wasn't a very big rat.
Cole: Cassandra, who's... Regalyan?
Cassandra: No one to concern yourself with.
Cole: You were thinking about the time you—
Cassandra: Now I'm thinking about something else. Can you guess?
Cole: My hat wouldn't fit there...
Cole & Dorian 科尔与多瑞安
这两逗逼简直了，各种让人笑喷让人哭
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Dorian: 你并没有附身人类的身体Cole? 你…实际就长成了一个人的模样？
Cole: 是的
Dorian: 但是灵体的真实形态总是跟怪物一样，或者至少显得不自然。
Cole: 他们不能理解这个世界。它太真实了。这就是为什么他们看上去不对头。
Dorian: 那么…这就是你认为理想的样子？
Cole: 我想要帮助别人，什么样子并不重要。
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Dorian: 你能随心所欲改变外形吗，Cole? 如果你想变成其他的样子？
Cole: 但是我不想变成其它的样子。
Dorian: 嗯。召唤一个可以被当成人类的恶魔一定会让魔导师们欣喜若狂的。
Cole: 他们会用它来伤害别人。
Dorian: 被你说对了，他们真会。
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Dorian: 你需要吃东西吗，Cole? 或者睡觉？
Cole: 我原本以为我需要的。但是其实我不需要。古老的歌曲可以影响到我。
Dorian: 这一定意味着什么。我不能确定，但这一定意味着什么。
Dorian: 那你为什么会受伤？会流血？也是因为你以为你必须吗？
Cole: 那是你为什么流血的原因吗？
Dorian: 我…好吧…呵呵。你真把我问倒了。
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Cole: 你问了很多问题，多瑞安。
Dorian: 我对你很好奇啊。我简直没法相信像你这样的存在是可能的！
Cole: 我对你也很好奇啊！
Dorian: 你也可以问我问题啊，如果你高兴的话。虽然我不知道为什么你想问，不过—
Cole: 哦，太棒了！谢谢你！
Dorian: 我…会后悔说了这话的，是不是？
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Cole: 多瑞安，你说我可以问你问题的。
Dorian: 是的。*叹气*我确实说过。
Cole: 为什么你对你父亲如此生气？他只是想帮你，你也知道，但是—
Dorian: 我不知道我能否跟你解释清楚。
Cole: 你爱他，但却生他的气。他们交杂在一起，在胸腔中沸腾着直到揉成了结。
Dorian: 有时候…有时候有爱也是不够的，Cole。
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Cole: “爱也不够。”什么够呢？你没有解释清楚，多瑞安。
Dorian: *哎*我还指望我解释清楚了呢。
Cole: 他的脸出现在看台，看着我通过了测验。自豪的泪水在他眼中翻滚。我愿做任何事来换取他的欣喜，任何事。
Cole: 为什么这再也不是真的了？
Dorian: Cole，这…话题不适合边走边说。咱们别聊了吧。
Cole: 我伤害到你了，多瑞安。词句缠绕着，渴望着，感伤着。你说我可以问的。
Dorian: 我知道我说过。但是你问的这些问题都…很私密。
Cole: 但是他们伤害着你。我想帮你，可是一切都缠结着爱。我必须撕扯它才能解开它。
Cole: 只是你紧紧地握着他。让它持续伤害着你，因为你觉得这伤痛铸就了你。何必要这样呢？
Dorian: 有谁能叫他闭嘴吗？把它驱逐到影界去怎样都行！
判官: Cole想帮你，或许你该让他试试。
Dorian: *叹气*绝好！每个人都无比的帮忙。
或者
判官: 你是个成人了，多瑞安。如果你想让他住口，自己说。
Cole: 对不起。我把事情越搞越糟。
Dorian: 不，是我对不起你。你当然不能懂。只要…别再管我了就好。
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Dorian: 我一直在想要怎么解释你才能懂，Cole。（不是说别管了吗，靠你是有多傲娇，摔！）
Dorian: 事实是，有时候你最爱的人也是最让你失望的人。
Dorian: 你以为如果他们爱你，他们就该理解，就不该伤害你。
Dorian: 所以当你觉得遭到背叛了。就会说出一些永远也收不回的话。
Cole: 滚出去，你不是我儿子。
Dorian: 是的，就像那样。
Cole: 他希望自己不是真心的。
Dorian: You're not possessing a human body, Cole? You... actually look like that?
Cole: Yes.
Dorian: But a spirit's true form is always monstrous, or at least unnatural.
Cole: The world doesn't make sense to them. It's too real. That's why they look wrong.
Dorian: And... this is how you want to look?
Cole: I want to help. Looking doesn't matter.
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Dorian: Can you change your form, Cole? If you wanted to look like something else?
Cole: But I don't want to look like something else.
Dorian: Hmm. There are magisters who'd be ecstatic if they could summon a demon who could pass for human.
Cole: They would use it to hurt people.
Dorian: You're right about that. They would.
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Dorian: Do you need to eat, Cole? Or sleep?
Cole: I thought I had to. But I don't. The Old Songs can pull me.
Dorian: That's something. I don't know what, but it's something.
Dorian: What about when you're injured? Why do you bleed? Is it because you think you have to?
Cole: Is that why you bleed?
Dorian: I-- well-- uh, yes. You have me there.
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Cole: You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.
Dorian: I'm curious about you. I had no idea something like you was possible!
Cole: I'm curious about you, too.
Dorian: You can ask me questions, if you like. I'm not sure why you'd want to, but--
Cole: Oh, good! Thank you!
Dorian: I'm...going to regret this, aren't I?
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Cole: Dorian, you said I could ask you questions.
Dorian: It's true. (Sigh) I did say that.
Cole: Why are you so angry at your father? He wants to help and you know he does, but--
Dorian: I'm not certain I can explain it to you.
Cole: You love him, but you're angry. They mix together, boiling in the belly until it kneads into a knot.
Dorian: Sometimes... sometimes love isn't enough, Cole.
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Cole: "Love isn't enough." Enough what? You didn't explain, Dorian.
Dorian: (Sigh) I was rather hoping I had.
Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes. Anything to make him happy. Anything.
Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?
Dorian: Cole, this... is not the sort of discussion for walking around. Please drop it.
Cole: I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words winding, wanting, wounding. You said I could ask.
Dorian: I know I did. The things you ask are just... very personal.
Cole: But it hurts. I want to help, but it's all tangled with the love. I can't tug it loose without tearing it.
Cole: You hold him so tightly. You let it keep hurting, because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?
Dorian: Can someone tell him to stop? Banish him back to the Fade or something!
Inquisitor: Cole wants to help you. Maybe you should let him.
Dorian: (sigh) Marvelous! Everyone's so helpful!
(or)
Inquisitor: You're an adult, Dorian. You want him to stop, tell him.
Cole: I'm sorry. I keep making it worse.
Dorian: No, I'm sorry. Of course you don't understand. Just... leave me with it for now.
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Dorian: I've been trying to imagine how to explain it to you, Cole.
Dorian: The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.
Dorian: You think that if they love you, they should understand. They shouldn't want to hurt you.
Dorian: So you feel betrayed. You say things you can't ever take back.
Cole: Get out. You are no son of mine.
Dorian: Yes, like that.
Cole: He wishes he hadn't meant it.
Dorian:你享受冬宫吗，
Cole:哪里有好多漂亮的帽子！
Dorian:你试着跳舞了吗？还是你隐着身鬼鬼祟祟的游荡？
Cole:跳舞好难啊。你要同时听着你的脚步和内心。
Dorian:还要克制住不要偷窥其他舞者的想法。
Cole:同时要做好多的事。（你还真跳了？！）
（Look at this Nerd.)
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（如果推了多瑞安）
Cole: 你现在更幸福了，多瑞安。
Dorian: 这就是那轻快紧促的感受吗？我想你说对了。
Cole: 期盼着却又彷徨着，感伤着又愁苦着。若是他之后不再需要我了呢？
Dorian: 但是他需要。
Cole: 你终于笑了！*笑*真好。
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Cole:你为什么离开家乡了，多瑞安？
Dorian:你知道为什么，我必须阻止Venatori。
Cole:还有别的原因…曾有一个男人，有着跟你一样的眼睛…愤怒的，走在鹅卵石的路上，“现在我只能靠自己了”。
Dorian:又在挖我的心思了，是不是？
Cole:你说了我可以问问题的。
Dorian: *叹气*简直就像你邀请别人来你家，结果他们顺走了你的银器。
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Dorian: Cole，在你到处舞动着你的匕首时也要小心我扔的火球啊。
Cole:它不会伤到我的，它是友方火力。
Dorian:那不总是像你以为的那样。
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Cole:你的衣服就像影界，多瑞安。
Dorian:梦的原料，色彩与感官的爆发包裹成了一个谜。
Cole:它好闪啊。
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Cole:当你念咒时，你能感受到一丝的影界环绕着你吗，多瑞安？
Cole:他们在拉扯着影帐，倾泻着能量，然后被推到了这一边。
Dorian:所以当我放出一个火球，实际只是影界在跟我说玩躲躲猫？
Cole:我不认为它这么说了。
Dorian:如果它说了任何事，除非是我要把你脸烧焦，那我都不想听。
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Dorian: Cole，你穿的都是真的衣服吗？还是-?
Cole:他们是真的，不然还能是什么？
Dorian:我以为你召唤了他们，就像你召唤了你的物理身体一样。
Cole:你的衣服是召唤的？这就是为什么他们闪成那样？（你这是在黑他吧）
Dorian:没事，忘了我说的。
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Dorian:你会的这个小把戏，Cole，当你挖掘别人的内心的小酌时，你会选择你想看的东西吗？还是随机的？
Cole:它必须是受着伤的部分，或者是能治愈伤痛的途径。就是这些召唤着我。
Cole:雷里琉斯…肌肤如同上等威士忌，颧骨抹上了阴影，微笑时嘴唇卷曲…他本会同意的。
Dorian:要是你不再这么做了我将感激不尽。
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Cole:多瑞安，我帅吗？
Dorian: *喷*你啥？
Cole:你总说你有多么的帅。那我呢？我不知道。
Dorian:你还好啦。不过最好重新考虑一下那帽子。
Cole:但是我喜欢我的帽子。
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Cole:多瑞安，什么是奴隶？
Dorian: Festus bei um canaverum!
Cole:但是你说我可以问问题的。
Dorian:确实是。只是…这个你还是问判官吧。
Cole:多瑞安，我真的希望你能告诉我。
Dorian:我给你画了个图表。那样还不够吗？
Cole:不够。
Dorian:好吧。因为你刨根问底的态度真的把我吓到了。
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Dorian: Cole，在我床上发现的那个木头鸭子…是你吗？
Cole:不是。我不是只木头鸭子。
Dorian:我指的是是不是你放的？
Cole:是吧？不过我找不到一个带着小轮子的，对不起。
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Dorian: Cole，你听得见魔法吗？
Cole:是的。我能，你能吗？
Dorian:咒语有时候会发出声音但是…我觉得我们听见的不太一样。
Cole:你的咒语对你低语吗？是否像是来自奇异远方的，心中的乐曲？
Dorian:不太像。
Cole:那我们听到的就是不一样的。
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Dorian: Cole，Corypheus在攻打Haven的时候你看到了他。你对他的解读是什么？
Cole:内心的恐惧。黑暗如仇恨的池水。这世界的变化太大了，我必须阻止一切。让其臣服于我。
Dorian:他真的进过黑暗之城吗？这是真的吗？
Cole:背叛，模糊了边界，像是褪色的图画。太久远的过去，太多的迷惑。
Dorian:我会把那理解成”也许“。
Cole:那会儿有人想要杀了我。所以就变得更难了。
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Dorian:保护自己不被缚灵的事有进展了吗，
Cole:还没有。
Dorian:走开啦。你耍那些匕首又快又恨，我可不想它们指向我。
Dorian: Did you enjoy the Winter Palace, Cole?
Cole: There were so many wonderful hats!
Dorian: Did you try dancing? Or did you skulk around invisibly?
Cole: Dancing is hard. You have to listen with your feet as well as your heart.
Dorian: And not poke around in the heads of the other dancers.
Cole: There's a lot to do all at once.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)
Cole: You're happier now, Dorian.
Dorian: Is that what that light, tingly feeling is? I suppose you're right.
Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and wistful. What if he doesn't want me after?
Dorian: But he did.
Cole: Now you're smiling! It's good.
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Cole: Why did you leave your home, Dorian?
Dorian: You know why. I had to stop the Venatori.
Cole: It was more...it was the man with your eyes...angry, walking on cobblestones, 'I'm on my own now'
Dorian: Digging around in my head again, are you?
Cole: You said I could ask questions!
Dorian: (sigh) Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!
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Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.
Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.
Dorian: That doesn't always mean what you think it means.
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Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian.
Dorian: The stuff of dreams, an explosion of color and sensation wrapped in an enigma.
Cole: It's shiny.
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Cole: Can you feel the bits of Fade around you when you cast spells, Dorian?
Cole: They pull around the Veil, pulled with power, then pushed through to see this side.
Dorian: So when I cast a fireball, it's just the Fade saying Peek-a-boo?
Cole: I don't think it says that.
Dorian: If it says anything other than I'm going to burn your face off, I don't want to hear it.
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Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes, or-?
Cole: They're real. What else would they be?
Dorian: I thought maybe you'd conjured them, like your physical form.
Cole: Do you conjure yours? Is that why they look like that?
Dorian: Never mind, forget I said anything.
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Dorian: That little trick, Cole, when you dip into someone's mind and take a drink: do you choose what you're looking for or is it random?
Cole: It has to be hurt, or a way to help the hurt. That's what calls me.
Cole: Relenus...skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles...He would have said yes.
Dorian: I'll thank you not to do that again, please.
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Cole: Dorian, am I handsome?
Dorian: Are you what?
Cole: You say you're handsome all the time. Am I? I can't tell.
Dorian: You're all right. Might want to rethink the hats.
Cole: But I like my hats.
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Cole: Dorian, what's a slave?
Dorian: Festus bei um canaverum!
Cole: But you said I could ask questions!
Dorian: That's true. Just...go ask the Inquisitor this one,.
Cole: Dorian, I really wish you would tell me.
Dorian: I drew you a diagram. Isn't that enough?
Cole: No.
Dorian: Good. Because the thought of you trying that frightens me more than a little.
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Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?
Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck.
Dorian: I mean did you put it there?
Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.
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Dorian: Cole, do you hear magic?
Cole: Yes. I do. Don't you?
Dorian: Spells sometimes makes a sound but... I don't think we hear the same thing.
Cole: Don't your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?
Dorian: Not lately.
Cole: Then we don't hear the same thing.
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Dorian: Cole, you saw Corypheus when he attacked Haven. What was your... read on him?
Cole: Fear inside. Blackness like a pool of hate. So much has changed, I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.
Dorian: Did he actually walk into the Black City? Is that true?
Cole: Betrayal, blurred at the edges, like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.
Dorian: I'll... take that as a "maybe."
Cole: There were people trying to kill me. That makes it harder.
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Dorian: Any progress on protecting yourself from binding, Cole?
Cole: Not yet.
Dorian: Hop to it! You're quick with those daggers. I'd rather not have them pointed at me.