Captain Trantor: Hesperus... Yes, everyone's forgotten now. Yeah, if I hadn't, uh, kept on the move after that, I'd be an oxer in a breather bar by now.
Kore: Yes, the human mind is still as dark as Morganthus, isn't it, sir?
Ranger: Hey, wait a minute here. All the overrides are...
Ranger: Blood, no guts. Can't be real. I'm fighting myself.
Cabren: I will find a way to kill you for what you've done.
Kore: Perhaps you will. But enough, Cabren. Why let your emotions rule now, after showing such admirable control of your fear? You already won the game.
Kore: A children's game, Cabren. This pyramid is an ancient toy. A brilliant initiatory toy for the children of a vanished race, to see their deepest fears and to learn to control them.
Kore: And allow your planet to plunge into chaos? That, too, would be the effect of your power. But you would still be Master. That is who you are. You are the Master.
[going in for a rough landing]
Baelon: If I live through this, she better stay out of my way.
Cabren: If you live through this, you'll be bringing her roses.
Ranger: It was my own fear that attacked me. Brought to life, somehow, by... by this place.
Cabren: I knew that wasn't Alluma I saw. There's no horror here we don't create ourselves. If that's true, it's finished.
Kore: Finished, Cabren? There has hardly been a beginning.