The Witcher: Blood Origin
Sundays on NetflixThe Witcher: Blood Origin Season 1 Episode 3: "Of Warriors, Wakes, and Wondrous Worlds" Quotes
Scían: What is that thing?
Fjall: Dead. Thank fuck.
Come with me if you want to live.
Meldof
Meldof: I’m not usually one to gush over elves, but it’s an honor to feed the lot of you. Heard you killed a hundred soldiers in Daédwóde after those Golden Empire wankstains burnt down a Dwarven bank.
Fjall: Somethin’ like that.
Meldof: Mighty stuff. And the Lark herself, no less. Thought you’d be shorter. Still, it’s not your fault. Your exploits are becoming more famous than your songs. They say you killed a four-score of empire assassins sent to kill you in Inis Dubh with just your bare hands and teeth. [pauses] You killed more. Hah! Knew it!
A meal shared is a meal well-seasoned, as my father used to say.
Meldof
Syndril: I know I have no right to expect your help, but that beast, everything that’s wrong, is because of me. Without your help, the world ends.
Zacaré: Maybe I should just let the world end.
Even if you do survive the ritual, you’ll probably lose who you are. Completely. Every nerve, every sinew will be brutally corrupted. The transformation will be long. Beyond painful.
Zacaré
I thought sharing my music could fix what I did. But it will never be enough. Sacrificing myself is the only way.
Éile
You know I’m probably dying tomorrow, right? So where’s my fucking wake, you sad bunch of whoresons?
Éile
Every time I think I’ve suffered the last fool, another lands in front of me.
Scían
One day, you fall into a mage’s mists, and she sees all that you have done, all the evil that you’ve torn into the world. And somehow, somehow, she sees good in you. And she starts to heal your soul with a gentleness that you don’t deserve.
Brother Death
I don’t have any gifts. Other than killing and disgracing myself constantly.
Fjall
Your world is built on our bones. Know why I call those monoliths cock towers? Because our ancients buried them to bring fertile bounty to the land. They’re sacred. And, yet again, elves defile them. No wonder famine’s rife.
Meldof
