Lamb: "Good morning, Corvin. Isn't this a surprise?"
Corvin: "Hmm? Oh, morning."
Lamb: "What are you doing up so early? The Sun's barely out."
Corvin: "Just reading my old thoughts from my journal, trying to understand my personality I suppose."
Lamb: "Ooh, interesting. Are you ever going to teach me that language you write in?"
Corvin: "Only when an actual reason to comes up, other than being curious about my journal."
Lamb: "Booo, I raised you and you still don't trust me?"
Corvin: "Didn't you take me to kill a dissenter just a few days ago because you didn't want to deal with him?"
Lamb: "Hey, Jajul started too many fights, and he also kept asking me to make others eat poop."
Corvin: "Heheh, yeah, I guess you're right. He was kind of a jerk. But no, I'm not teaching you this language."
Lamb: "When did you even make that language anyway? I've never seen letters written like that before."
Corvin: "Well, as far as it concerns this entire world, I'm the only one who writes in that language. So, let's just say it's a personal thing."
Lamb: "Hmph, fine. Keep your secrets. I have all of eternity to find out anyway."
Corvin: "What were you doing out all night? I tried to find you when I woke up."
Lamb: "Oh just a small visit to Ratau. Had a fun night."
Corvin: "Am I still banned?"
Lamb: "After you cheated a hefty bag off of the entire crew? Yeah."
Corvin: "Hey, all of us cheated. I just did it better."
Lamb: "Yeah, right. Meet me at the knucklebones table today."
Corvin: "Hah!"
Lamb: "Oh, right. Why were you looking for me?"
Corvin: "Oh yeah. I dreamt of dead people last night."
Lamb: "What?"
Corvin: "Is that not normal? I didn't recognize most of them."
Lamb: "No! Corvin, what the fuck!?"