《龙腾世纪：审判》多利安与全队友中文对话一览

多利安和科尔（英）

Dorian: You're not possessing a human body, Cole? You... actually look like that?

Cole: Yes.

Dorian: But a spirit's true form is always monstrous, or at least unnatural.

Cole: The world doesn't make sense to them. It's too real. That's why they look wrong.

Dorian: And... this is how you want to look?

Cole: I want to help. Looking doesn't matter.

Dorian: Can you change your form, Cole? If you wanted to look like something else?

Cole: But I don't want to look like something else.

Dorian: Hmm. There are magisters who'd be ecstatic if they could summon a demon who could pass for human.

Cole: They would use it to hurt people.

Dorian: You're right about that. They would.

Dorian: Do you need to eat, Cole? Or sleep?

Cole: I thought I had to. But I don't. The Old Songs can pull me.

Dorian: That's something. I don't know what, but it's something.

Dorian: What about when you're injured? Why do you bleed? Is it because you think you have to?

Cole: Is that why you bleed?

Dorian: I-- well-- uh, yes. You have me there.

Cole: You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.

Dorian: I'm curious about you. I had no idea something like you was possible!

Cole: I'm curious about you, too.

Dorian: You can ask me questions, if you like. I'm not sure why you'd want to, but--

Cole: Oh, good! Thank you!

Dorian: I'm...going to regret this, aren't I?

Cole: Dorian, you said I could ask you questions.

Dorian: It's true. (Sigh) I did say that.

Cole: Why are you so angry at your father? He wants to help and you know he does, but--

Dorian: I'm not certain I can explain it to you.

Cole: You love him, but you're angry. They mix together, boiling in the belly until it kneads into a knot.

Dorian: Sometimes... sometimes love isn't enough, Cole.

Cole: "Love isn't enough." Enough what? You didn't explain, Dorian.

Dorian: (Sigh) I was rather hoping I had.

Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes. Anything to make him happy. Anything.

Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?

Dorian: Cole, this... is not the sort of discussion for walking around. Please drop it.

Cole: I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words winding, wanting, wounding. You said I could ask.

Dorian: I know I did. The things you ask are just... very personal.

Cole: But it hurts. I want to help, but it's all tangled with the love. I can't tug it loose without tearing it.

Cole: You hold him so tightly. You let it keep hurting, because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?

Dorian: Can someone tell him to stop? Banish him back to the Fade or something!

Inquisitor: Cole wants to help you. Maybe you should let him.

Dorian: (sigh) Marvelous! Everyone's so helpful!

(or)

Inquisitor: You're an adult, Dorian. You want him to stop, tell him.

Cole: I'm sorry. I keep making it worse.

Dorian: No, I'm sorry. Of course you don't understand. Just... leave me with it for now.

Dorian: I've been trying to imagine how to explain it to you, Cole.

Dorian: The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.

Dorian: You think that if they love you, they should understand. They shouldn't want to hurt you.

Dorian: So you feel betrayed. You say things you can't ever take back.

Cole: Get out. You are no son of mine.

Dorian: Yes, like that.

Cole: He wishes he hadn't meant it.

Dorian: Did you enjoy the Winter Palace, Cole?

Cole: There were so many wonderful hats!

Dorian: Did you try dancing? Or did you skulk around invisibly?

Cole: Dancing is hard. You have to listen with your feet as well as your heart.

Dorian: And not poke around in the heads of the other dancers.

Cole: There's a lot to do all at once.

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)

Cole: You're happier now, Dorian.

Dorian: Is that what that light, tingly feeling is? I suppose you're right.

Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and wistful. What if he doesn't want me after?

Dorian: But he did.

Cole: Now you're smiling! It's good.

Cole: Why did you leave your home, Dorian?

Dorian: You know why. I had to stop the Venatori.

Cole: It was more...it was the man with your eyes...angry, walking on cobblestones, 'I'm on my own now'

Dorian: Digging around in my head again, are you?

Cole: You said I could ask questions!

Dorian: (sigh) Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!

Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.

Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.

Dorian: That doesn't always mean what you think it means.

Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian.

Dorian: The stuff of dreams, an explosion of color and sensation wrapped in an enigma.

Cole: It's shiny.

Cole: Can you feel the bits of Fade around you when you cast spells, Dorian?

Cole: They pull around the Veil, pulled with power, then pushed through to see this side.

Dorian: So when I cast a fireball, it's just the Fade saying Peek-a-boo?

Cole: I don't think it says that.

Dorian: If it says anything other than I'm going to burn your face off, I don't want to hear it.

Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes, or-?

Cole: They're real. What else would they be?

Dorian: I thought maybe you'd conjured them, like your physical form.

Cole: Do you conjure yours? Is that why they look like that?

Dorian: Never mind, forget I said anything.

Dorian: That little trick, Cole, when you dip into someone's mind and take a drink? Do you choose what you're looking for, or is it random?

Cole: It has to be hurt, or a way to help the hurt. That's what calls me.

Cole: Rilienus, skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles. He would have said yes.

Dorian: I'll... thank you not to do that again, please.

Cole: Dorian, am I handsome?

Dorian: Are you what?

Cole: You say you're handsome all the time. Am I? I can't tell.

Dorian: You're all right. Might want to rethink the hats.

Cole: But I like my hats.

Cole: Dorian, what's a slave?

Dorian: Festis bei umo canavarum!

Cole: But you said I could ask questions!

Dorian: That's true. Just...go ask the Inquisitor this one.

Cole: Dorian, I really wish you would tell me.

Dorian: I drew you a diagram. Isn't that enough?

Cole: No.

Dorian: Good. Because the thought of you trying that frightens me more than a little.

Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?

Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck.

Dorian: I mean did you put it there?

Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.

Dorian: Cole, do you hear magic?

Cole: Yes. I do. Don't you?

Dorian: Spells sometimes makes a sound but... I don't think we hear the same thing.

Cole: Don't your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?

Dorian: Not lately.

Cole: Then we don't hear the same thing.

Dorian: Cole, you saw Corypheus when he attacked Haven. What was your... read on him?

Cole: Fear inside. Blackness like a pool of hate. So much has changed, I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.

Dorian: Did he actually walk into the Black City? Is that true?

Cole: Betrayal, blurred at the edges, like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.

Dorian: I'll... take that as a "maybe."

Cole: There were people trying to kill me. That makes it harder.

Dorian: Any progress on protecting yourself from binding, Cole?

Cole: Not yet.

Dorian: Hop to it! You're quick with those daggers. I'd rather not have them pointed at me.