I wrote down Krows speech to Owen :)
“Look Krow, listen… I know we’ve had our differences and-”
“Shut the fuck up. You’ve done enough talking for this lifetime. And I’ve grown tired of your monologue.
See, all you’ve done so far is put yourself on this… pedestal, as though you're some sort of winner. But I don’t think you’ve had a single victory in your life, Owen. I know those eyes. That glint of desperation for approval, but knowing it’s never coming. We’re more similar than you let yourself believe, you and I. But you know the difference between us, Owen?
History, will be written by me. And you mean so little to it that I won't even include your name.
Names, the one thing we leave behind when we die. Do you know mine, Owen?
I am Krow, and I am the leader of the Dragonborn.
In all your journey, is all of your conquests. Did you ever discover the Dragonborn, Owen Do you know what we do?
“I-... you…”
“We are a group of supreme demons, who prey on all others below us. And I am the ultimate. A god that walks this earth.
All the other demons who learn of my existence dedicate their lives to me. To ultimately be feasted upon by me.
Eaten.
Do you know what that’s like, Owen? To not only kill with your bare hands, but to rip apart and eat?”
At times, I wouldn’t ever bother killing them. I’d grab whatever demon appetized me, and rip them apart in front of me.
I would start at the throat, and I would slowly make my way down. Watching their hearts slowly stop beating as their screams echo’s fade. And once I was satisfied? I’d move to their face. And I would feast on their eyes and tongue.
And I would cleanse whatever disgusting words have ever left their lowly mouths.
You treat the killing of demons as a task. A challenge! The spilling of blood must be fought for!
But for me… that blood spills right into my hands, whenever I please.
Whatever atrocities you believe you have committed? I can assure you, I have committed worse tenfold.
Your proudest moments are on a similar scale to my morning routine! You are nothing, next to me.”
“Do you believe you’ll make it out alive, demon?”
“Oh yes. I will return home. And I won’t even remember your name as I am sat on a throne, ripping apart your strongest enemies as if they were pigs.
That’s how little you mean to me.
That’s how little you mean to this world!
And that’s the truth you will die with.
You were born to slaughter me like cattle. And instead, here you are, behind bloody bars.
About to die down here a sad, old scarred failure of a man.”
