"You're someone who looks out for his own interests, Ethan. You keep whatever benefits you and suits your needs close to you, and throw away whatever you no longer need."
"That's why I admire the way you play."
"And why I'm trying to learn from you."
"That's enough… Stop talking. You're giving me a headache."
Ethan gritted his teeth as he confronted the madman standing before him.
"Don't lump me in with you. You and I are nothing alike…"
"Oh, come on, Ethan. Don't try to deny it. You know perfectly well that we're the same… Far more than you realize."
Verso began circling Ethan, speaking with that same cheerful smile on his face.
"We're both players who came from another world."
"We both bear a cursed mark placed upon us by one of the Night Lords."
"What else, I wonder? Ah! We even share the same goal: beating the game."
"We've even got the same surname, Heart… See? We're practically identical."
