A conversation between Ranni the Witch and Saint Trina. Pre DLC, canon-ish timeline. Only dialogue.
“Dost thou forgive me, then?”
“No.”
“Why is he not here to talk to me if he is so interested?”
“He knows not that I am here… Yet.”
"Oh?"
“Wilt thou do what I ask?”
“What is there for me? Why would I want to help him?”
“Thou owest him.”
“Do I…?”
“Thou dost. Hast thou forgotten?”
“Art thou collecting?”
“No, I am asking.”
“Then…?”
“I thought the Lunar Princess of Caria kept her word.”
“Hm. Thou art just like him. Mayhap less subtle.”
“… And it could help thee.”
“How so?”
“If thou dost what I asked… mayhap the one to whom thou givest my gift shall help thee. They shall be chosen. They shall be strong. They shan’t give up. They could be useful to thy efforts.”
“And why would Miq… Why wouldst thou, Saint of Dreams, want to help me, the one thou dost not forgive?”
“I desire not to help thee. I wish to aid him. I wish to stop him.”
“And only a chosen Tarnished wouldst do it? The one called to be Elden Lord?”
“The one with the strength to be Elden Lord.”
“A Tarnished lord is said to be fated to kill us all. Well, those of us who can be killed.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps that shall happen.”
“So thou wishest to die.”
“There are worse things.”
“… Thou dost look tired. Is… Is he alright?”
“He is… not.”
“Ha. Hath he finally realized that any change cannot happen in this world by only hurting himself? Sacrifices must be made. No path is clean. No hands shall be free of blood and tears."
“Like thine?”
“Yes, like mine. I do not deny it.”
“… If it were so simple as to hurt himself, or die, or suffer… This world would have already changed, princess. If the peace we seek could be bought with only our blood, thou wouldst have thy cup overflowing with it long ago. But as thou saidst, it’s not so simple.”
“Mine age shall be different. No more chains of gold around these lands. No more fingers crawling in the fates of us all. No more sons or daughters called to bear the sins of their mother.”
“… Princess.”
“Hmm?”
“If thou art victorious, someday… In thy new world… Wilt thou remember Malenia? … Godwyn?”
“Not everything can be undone. There are forces that are part of this world, only emboldened by death bound and the stagnation of life. I shall give them the freedom from the gold, the cold guidance of the dark moon. I shall keep mine own memories, mine sins and loves. But what it is cannot cease to be.”
“… I understand.”
“…”
“He would have supported thee, thou knowest?”
“Miquella?”
“He would have knelt before thee and wished to see thy age of stars embrace this world. We would have our corner of the world, our small kingdom of downtrodden and outcasts. He would have been happy to see thee reign and spend his life amidst inventions and wonders. Even if his curse would have remained. …But only if thou couldst have saved those he loved.”
“I shall mourn both of your deaths. I fear… I fear thou wilt lose more than thy lives in this misted path. Marika did.”
“Perhaps. Canst thou blame us?”
“I know not.”
“Please think of my ask.”
“I shall. Go in peace. Tell Miquella… if thou canst… that I always admired his heart. If anyone could have done it, ‘twas him. And if anyone can save him, I’m sure ‘tis thee. ...Give my love to noble Torrent as well. His path will surely be a long one before sweeter rasins can reach his nose."
“I shall share thy blessing with him. And... I shall take thy words within mine heart, Lady Ranni. I hope thou findest peace in thy dreams. I hope thou findest solace from thy sins.... Thou mayest wake up now.”
“Goodbye, Trina.”
“Goodbye… sister.”
... Or, "Why would Ranni have the Spirit Calling Bell".
