Bell — Quotes

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I'm Bell Rhys, the second daughter of the Rhys family. If you ever feel like you're about to die, come find me. I'm always available for funeral inquiries.
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Can you get to the point?
Select Journey Member
Did you call me?
Lobby Standby #1
How long do you plan on making me wait?
Lobby Standby #2
Hmph, I also prefer being alone.
Lobby Standby (Affection) #1Favor 5
Captain... Did I upset you?
Lobby Standby (Affection) #2Favor 5
This... isn't some kind of punishment, is it?
Lobby Touch #1
What's up?
Lobby Touch #2
Need something?
Lobby Touch #3
What should I make today? A voodoo doll? Or maybe a witch's knot?
Lobby Touch #4
Let me know if a package arrives. It's a rare stone, so don't touch it.
Lobby Touch #5
Does that red lizard not know how to control its strength or just won't?
Lobby Touch #6
My curses are nothing compared to my sister's. ...I wonder where she is now.
Lobby Touch (Affection) #1Favor 10
Wh-what's going on? Do you... need me?
Lobby Touch (Affection) #2Favor 10
Finished a gravestone with premium stone yesterday. Wanna... see it?
Pet Savior (Affection) #1Favor 20
Wh-wh-what are you doing?! Ughaack!
Pet Savior (Affection) #2Favor 20
S-stop! Cut it out!
Background Touch #1
...Why? What's there?
Background Touch #2
Not interested...
Limit Break
Alright, I can cast a stronger curse...!
Gift Appreciation Line #1
I-it's for me? Th-thanks.
Gift Appreciation Line #2
F-fine. I'll take it for now.
Battle Victory #1
May you sleep peacefully, ordinary one.
Battle Victory #2
Rest in peace. May your sleep be sweet.
Battle Defeat #1
This... this can't be... Did I lose?
Battle Defeat #2
I lost... No, I didn't lose... I lost... No, I didn't lose... Ugh...!
Gauntlet Draft Selection
Your fleeting life ends here.

Journey

Of course. For someone from the Rhys family, this level of result is only to be expected. There's nothing impressive about it.
I'm off to tend to my lovely stones now. I'll leave the rest to you, Captain.
...Well, helping out a little isn't exactly difficult...
I think I know where it is... If the Captain were to bow his head and ask me nicely, I might consider helping.
...So it's fake in the end? Hmph, I'm not interested.
I'm Bell Rhys, second daughter of the Rhys family. You've seen my face already, haven't you?
Hmph, who exactly expects me to handle this mess when I'm supposed to be managing the cemetery?
...Claire's going to hear about this too?
Ah, fine! I'll do it properly!
No...! I don't want to keep training in this wind...!
Captain! You're not serious... right? We're not continuing... right? Captain... Captain...!
...I don't want to go outside.
...No matter what you say, Captain, I don't want to go out there...!
Perfect weather for tending the grass in the cemetery. ...Care to join me, Captain?
Hmph, I wasn't expecting much anyway.
Sigh... The headstones I just cleaned will get damp again.
Still... the atmosphere isn't so bad.
If it were me, I wouldn't go outside in this weather.
I won't stop you. I might as well find a nice sunny spot for a grave.
Weather like this makes it feel like flower petals might drift across the cemetery. ...I mean, it's nice weather.
They said if you stay still, the heat will pass...
...Though I just realized that might've been a lie.
Ah... It might be warmer inside a grave.
Shouldn't we come up with some kind of plan?
Not interest—... Wait, is that strange rock formation the prize?
Good. Now that I know who it is, I'll just put a curse of stomach pain on them—what? I can't?
If you want, why don't you go run around like a child?
I'll be somewhere appropriately damp and shaded.
Maybe I should curse myself to fall off a cliff.
A gentler method? Hmph, how should I know something like that?
I pity the Captain for not knowing the taste of black bread.
What could those who chew soft bread know about life and death?
I hate sunlight... I hate people...
Let's go back inside quickly, Captain...
...I hope the gravestones in Candle Square haven't grown moss.
You can't trust forgetful people or lizards.
...I'm never following you again, Captain.
W-What?! It's a prejudice to think hexcasters enjoy horror movies, you know?!
We never should've done training in the first place...
The noble second daughter of the Rhys family shouldn't be rolling around in the dirt!
Ghk! I shouted and now... my wound...

Journey

Of course. For someone from the Rhys family, this level of result is only to be expected. There's nothing impressive about it.

I'm off to tend to my lovely stones now. I'll leave the rest to you, Captain.

...Well, helping out a little isn't exactly difficult...

I think I know where it is... If the Captain were to bow his head and ask me nicely, I might consider helping.

...So it's fake in the end? Hmph, I'm not interested.

I'm Bell Rhys, second daughter of the Rhys family. You've seen my face already, haven't you?

Hmph, who exactly expects me to handle this mess when I'm supposed to be managing the cemetery?

...Claire's going to hear about this too?

Ah, fine! I'll do it properly!

No...! I don't want to keep training in this wind...!

Captain! You're not serious... right? We're not continuing... right? Captain... Captain...!

...I don't want to go outside.

...No matter what you say, Captain, I don't want to go out there...!

Perfect weather for tending the grass in the cemetery. ...Care to join me, Captain?

Hmph, I wasn't expecting much anyway.

Sigh... The headstones I just cleaned will get damp again.

Still... the atmosphere isn't so bad.

If it were me, I wouldn't go outside in this weather.

I won't stop you. I might as well find a nice sunny spot for a grave.

Weather like this makes it feel like flower petals might drift across the cemetery. ...I mean, it's nice weather.

They said if you stay still, the heat will pass...

...Though I just realized that might've been a lie.

Ah... It might be warmer inside a grave.

Shouldn't we come up with some kind of plan?

Not interest—... Wait, is that strange rock formation the prize?

Good. Now that I know who it is, I'll just put a curse of stomach pain on them—what? I can't?

If you want, why don't you go run around like a child?

I'll be somewhere appropriately damp and shaded.

Maybe I should curse myself to fall off a cliff.

A gentler method? Hmph, how should I know something like that?

I pity the Captain for not knowing the taste of black bread.

What could those who chew soft bread know about life and death?

I hate sunlight... I hate people...

Let's go back inside quickly, Captain...

...I hope the gravestones in Candle Square haven't grown moss.

You can't trust forgetful people or lizards.

...I'm never following you again, Captain.

W-What?! It's a prejudice to think hexcasters enjoy horror movies, you know?!

We never should've done training in the first place...

The noble second daughter of the Rhys family shouldn't be rolling around in the dirt!

Ghk! I shouted and now... my wound...