Ophelia

“This is called the "Rippling Sword". "Rippling Ophelia"... Great name, don't you think? But it's not too well known yet. Because most of the people who've seen it are dead.”

“Don't you think it's beautiful? That rosy red that spreads only where the body is wounded. Shall I paint you in that lovely red... little boy?”

“The idea that you can't die yet because you still have something to protect... that is the foolish illusion of the weak.”

“Really! How marvellous! You two are simply marvellous. Which one of you should I kill? Which one of you would be more fun to watch as you wail in agony?”

“[Last words] Well done. You win. As promised, I entrust you with everything. After all I can't do any more at this point anyways. Man, this really annoys me. I really hate people, who put their life on the line like you. Now quickly, finish me off. If you don't hurry, I'll regenerate again. Since you will be fighting in my stead, I won't stand for it if you lose, understand?”