"This can, and WILL, blow up in my face. I can see the headlines now- ‘Once famed artist caught making a contract with a Demon, art deemed worthless due to cursed hands’… I’m t-terrified of this failing."
“So am I, young blood.”
"It’s not the same. If this fails, for you, you go about your business and find someone else to make a contract with. For me… I lose everything. The osteoarthritis chews through my hands and I never draw again."
“You forget with whom you are speaking. I remind you, I already have lost everything. Families are not luxuries that can be bought.”
"O-oh, I’m sorry… Morgana, why do you want this contract anyways..?”
"…There is something in the stories you paint. The spark of a life, of a love I once knew. I can see the reflection of what used to be my home come through in your brush. If only in spirit, I want to keep that alive.”
“So yes, if this fails, you lose everything, and I put my loves to rest a second time… I am very much afraid. But be that as it may, do you, Tobias Marker, agree to enter into this contract with me?”