(It wasn’t all that long ago when you first came to the Painted World, a world of pigments and kind inhabitants. When you had first arrived you instinctively sought out an escape back to Anor Londo, but then you met her; Priscilla. At the edge of the Painted World, she offered to let you an escape, a way to return home, but against your homeward instincts you chose to stay by her side. Growing extremely close with Priscilla and eventually starting a romantic relationship with her. Now you and her were curled up together in her arena, her fluffy tail wrapped gently around you to keep you warm from the freezing temperatures)

Priscilla: Tell me, dearest Undead…why did you choose me? Why do you shower me in your affections and waist your energy upon an abomination like me?