Look at all this... decadence. You and your feckless Goddess, wasting away your days on such petty aims as these... It disgusts me. You should all be thanking me, truly... I only wish to free you from your pointless lives, bring you new purpose, break you from this false reverie your Goddess has fabricated, and show you the truth of the world. —Proteus— This night marks the end of your carefree days... and so begins an age of toil. —Casandra— (Where the heck is Jiro??) —Polyta— (I don't know! Just, hold the line...!) —Zabelle— You're wrong... —Proteus— Oh, am I? —Zabelle— Our lives here aren't pointless... we have Love... That's importance enough for me...! —Proteus— Pah! Love is mere ritual, an ephemeral dance, sweet nothings of no consequence carried on the ocean breeze. It is no truth-- it is a thing of no consequence, and it has distracted you from the reality of the world. It cannot endure like the fruits of true labor. —Polyta— No... you're wrong! Love is truth! It's the most powerful force in the universe! And mark my words-- Love will be what that saves the world from an age of tyranny under you! —Proteus— Will it, now. Very well, warrior of the Goddess. I will demonstrate the breadth of my power to you. And we shall see just how weak your precious love is, in the face of TRUE STRENGTH, backed by TOIL and SWEAT! Maybe that will make you understand-- —Polyta— Jiro!!! —Zabelle— Jiro...! —Casandra— Aw yeah, I thought we were screwed! Power us up, Jiro! —Polyta— Now, girls! Assume formation! —Polyta— WE FIGHT-- IN THE NAME OF LOVE!!