- Chaos: Enough! I lose patience in the presence of inferior beings. You will now instruct me in the use of this fascinating instrument.
- Bobbin Threadbare: Over my dead body!
- Chaos: Preference noted.
- Chaos: No one obeyed any summoning of yours, foolish mortal. I have summoned you. I am Chaos! You have merely opened the door, and I have passed through it. For this, you shall be rewarded. Join me now... as my slave!
- Bishop Mandible: I am Bishop Mandible, Transultimate Apostle of the Antisecular Conclave of Clerics.
- Cygna: Destiny shall draw the Lightning down from Heaven; roll its thunder far across the Sea, to where I wait upon the Shore of Wonder, on the day the Sky is Opened, and the Tree is split asunder.
- Chaos: You ignorant fools! Do you comprehend what you have done? None of us can pass across this rift your weaver mischief has so blindly created! Your pious meddling has brought the end of my dream! You will hear, for all eternity, the cries of those you have abandoned, Bobbin Threadbare! You will always know that you have left them under my rule!
- Bishop Mandible: Consider the common graveyard. There, the boundary between the living and the dead, is... indistinct.
- Bobbin Threadbare: Hetchel's black feather... she left one behind...
- Chaos: And so she did. I think I shall keep it as a souvenier of our little encounter.
- Bobbin Threadbare: I want that feather! Give it to me!
- Chaos: My, my. Impudent, aren't we?
- Chaos: Destiny has blessed you, young Threadbare, for you alone will live on to pass your Guild's secrets to others... more worthy of them. I invite you to serve my new empire... as advisor.
- Bobbin Threadbare: Me? You? ADVISOR?
- Chaos: Of course, I will expect your full cooperation in this historic exchange of goodwill. After all, anything else might bring harm to our... relationship.
- Bobbin Threadbare: You've torn the Pattern completely open!
- Bishop Mandible: And with it, the eyes of the dead!
- Clothos: It was long after the passing of the second shadow, when dragons ruled the twilight sky, and the stars were bright and numerous, that human kind once again thirsted for dominion over nature.
- [last lines]
- Chaos: Fly away while you can, young Threadbare, and know that we will most assuredly meet again.