"As long as this Dojo is decaying and not at its former glory? I will never be fixed..." "And by the way? I already met Emily. She just didn't know who I was... Maybe you and her have something in common. You both don't truly see who I am." *wheels over to broken spine pieces and picks them up" "To name yourself 'The Walking Pain' is foolish. You're walking, you're causing pain... But you don't feel it everyday when you fight. When I try to walk, I just fall down again because it's gotten to the point where it feels like little tiny bugs made of ash are trying to crawl out of my skin. Always burning, they are. Burning and cutting away inside of me. Burning and cutting... Burning and cutting. Like wings made of pure fire trying to burn their way out of your flesh. Have you ever thought of that?" *is silent for a moment, then speaks with a somewhat calmer tone* "When you realize who I am, and stop saying 'He's not Cobalt'... I'll realize who you are."

you think? ever wondered why ussed pain inhibitors YEAH!tyr stanidng the pain of having nosive gasses inside youbut you cant die to them........ you knwo hwo that feel. its like....burning inside out........but you dont die....... I choose to stand up again.....to replace wathever i lost. i lsot bones...my spien my body parts...... you are named CObalt. but liek who i ussed to be you are not who CObalt used to be...............before th ewar. I was what the CEO of a small company.....i made it grow............i studied ingeneering.. I am an engineer actually....i was a calmed young man. .......but the war came and iw as dragged into it.............. You are a crocked verson of Cobalt........your pain is not for your Spine.....it wouldnt hurt much after some time...... you nerves would die out.....your pain si th efeeling of betrayal

"Good, good. So you do understand then... And I will keep this pain as a memento of what I am and what my actions shall do. The only times I shall ever stand up are to remind you of what this place is, to leave because my work is done, or to leave because this place isn't worth saving anymore. And one last thing, Salazar. Isn't it ironic, that the ninth and final circle of Dante Alighieri's 'Inferno' Hell is reserved for traitors and betrayers? The joke is that... It's a freezing wasteland."