Noir quotes

A wounded beast only sees the pain it feels itself

Even when I was in a crowd, I was always alone

When making a date, proper educate dictates that introductions are in order.

...really chafes my derriere.

I'm going back, to my homeland, Corsica. I was afraid, but now.

The winds must blow in the same direction, my darling Chloe. Do you recall how the breezes ripple through our beautiful vineyard? What happens when the winds from different directions collide? Whirlwinds, chaos, and needless eddys arise. We must work hard, my precious Chloe, so that our delicate grapes will not be bruised.

It is a story as old as history itself. It was a thousand years ago, at the end of the tenth century, when people finally saw the true shape of this world. There had been an abominable plot, an attempt to gain power. Many people were killed, neither the old and infirm nor the youngest child were spared. The worst atrocities that man could commit against his fellow man were committed. But there were those who survived that hell, people who saw the depths to which men could descend with their own eyes. And those people understood; they knew then the true nature of man, that the earth was filled with evil and despair. Those who had survived swore to each other that they would seek revenge against this world, that they would help the weak and the persecuted, that they would realize justice on this earth. They swore a vow of secrecy and loyalty, and from that seed the roots of the Soldats first took hold in the land of men. The blood of the Soldats will seep throughout the wilderness and flow into the great river. The seeds of the Soldats scattered to the wind, taking up secret lives in the darkened shadows of human society...in every part of this world where men might live.

If love can kill people, then surely hatred can save them.

Though the ages come and go, the world of man does not change. The lands overflow with grief and men commit wicked deed upon wicked deed. And as for heaven, heaven maintains its silence. But someone must bear the sins...someone...must bear the sins. Amongst the Soldats of old, the legend of two maidens began. Two maidens who served God, yet dared to take up their swords...whose valor was greater than that of thousands of knights. Blessed with the mercifulness of the Holy Mother, and the Grim Reaper's heart of stone. Two maidens whose black hands played attendant to the Soldats' highest priest, two maidens whose name was Noir.

It is in the nature of man to commit sin. And no matter how he struggles, no man can escape that fate. It is, therefore, our duty to soil our hands for the sake of man. Just as the sins of the Soldats of old were committed in atonement for the sins of man himself. Noir will commit sin upon sin. The history of sin will be repeated without end...for all eternity.

The surface world is full of suffering, but Noir is always there in the dark, fighting to protect the grieving children. This is the true form of the Soldats of old: two maidens who forge a perfect balance.

Noir... It is the name of an ancient fate. Two maidens who govern death. To the depths of hell's fire, their black souls lure the lost children.

I am the True Noir.

If you'd like, we can see who's faster.

I made a promise to the General. If at all possible, I would very much like to keep it.