Spoilers for 57/58ish
I like Ernest. We know nothing about him, but he seems like such a little bastard.
I'm proud of you, little brother.
Because—I'm laughing now—I fucking deserve this. On the floor I'm shaking and I need this.
Nightray rats. Born and raised. All of us.
And I'm sorry, I laugh more. Because
you deserve this too.
Scum. Trash. My baby brother.
(Laughing so hard I choke on blood. Claude's head is in my lap. Thanks for that.)
All this for some servant...? OH, I am ashamed!
He better take good care of you, kid. I hope he loves you like you love him.
I smile.
My throat is ready for the blade now, Elly.
