What does a dragon know of the Old Code, anyway?
His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth.
Shut up. I remember. That's all it is, a memory. Nothing can bring it back.
You sound like one who tried.
And failed. So I no longer try to change the world, dragon, I just try to get by in it.
Yes, well, it's better than death, I suppose.
Oh, is it? I should think you'd welcome death. You know, the last of your kind, all your friends dead, hunted wherever you go...
Do you delight in reminding me? Yes, knight, I do long for death... but fear it.
Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose?
My soul.

