Diana: -jerks awake, shakes her head, and continues walking through the forest in the opposite direction of the castle-
I wasn't going to let drake try to kill my brother that's my job only I can kill my brother truly with the sword of purity.
Elizabet: You know, that the sword of hop was made by our queen. This time... She must kill him. Voice: the boy you are with... Give me his blood. Cutt alittel wond and let the blood fall on my tattoo of Sloth. That boy will do just fine..
Voice: i just need his blood, not his life. Tell him to do it himself. Wake me up! Please! One drop, not more.
-shows elizabeth that the sword of hope is no longer that of hope but of purity transformed by determination and love-