"Did technology really begin to dominate to such an extent that food learned to talk?" — like a thunderclap, his voice sounded so impetuous and deep throughout the hall, leaving a trail of darkness in its wake. He was the darkness in its incarnation. A creature of darkness and the beginning of the end of all living things.

"You, child, are chatty. In my castle, the dead love silence."— said Leonold, cupping her chin with his fingers.