Ava Rose/Dialogue

==XPD_Pitt02_Mission==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	It's good to see you well. 	
 	 	 	Give thanks for the gift of another day. 	
 	 	 	What can I do for you, sweetheart? 	
 	 	 	The Holy Spirit burns bright with you, my child. 	
 	 	 	It's a blessing to see your shining face. 	
 	 	 	Hello, sweetie. May I ask what brought you to this troubled place? 	
 	 	 	May the Lord guide your steps. 	
 	 	 	Good to see you, sweetie. 	
 	 	 	Best wishes to you, my dear. 	
 	 	 	Please do take care of yourself out there. 	
 	 	 	You must walk with intention and compassion. 	
 	 	 	You there! Y-You're not a Fanatic, are you? 	
 	 	 	There's still work for me to do on this Earth. 	
 	 	 	We must not lose hope. 	
 	 	 	What was I...? Oh yes, of course. Of course. 	
 	 	 	*wheezing* 	
 	 	 	I see it just like yesterday... A rebirth. Yes. All that falls into ashes is reborn. 	
 	 	 	I believe they are suffering. They think themselves beyond salvation. So they march ever deeper into perdition. 	
 	 	 	That is what Danilo thought. What he thinks. And now, he has saved hundreds of lives. 	
 	 	 	I've spoken to others. Given them gifts... scarves of pure white. They may yet be convinced it is not too late. If only... If only I could... *cough*	
 	 	 	Forgive me *cough* sweetie. What was I saying? 	
 	 	 	Once, I stayed in the Sanctum, when it was a place of love and security. 	
 	 	 	The lost souls who claimed it from us, they took their chains to every survivor. All except me. 	
 	 	 	Their eyes turned away from me as I escaped. The Holy Spirit at my back, I was able to find liberation. 	
 	 	 	Was I guided here, to this safe place outside the dark and toxic chasms? Yes. But no map did I follow, no direction was I given. 	
 	 	 	I was guided here to help those who remain. 	
 	 	 	Me? Darling, no. I have everything I could need. 	
 	 	 	But those who suffered, and even perished, under the cruelty of the Fanatics... they need our compassion. 	
 	 	 	Find their tracking collars, sweetheart. Bring them to me, so I may lay their souls to rest. 	
 	 	 	If we cannot respect the memory of the dead, then there is no hope for the living. 	
 	 	 	Not for me, but for the fallen. If you come upon any victims during your mission, give them a moment of your time. 	
 	 	 	Take their tracking collars, and bring them to me. I will learn their names, and lay the poor dears to rest. 	
 	 	 	God be with you, child. 	
 	 	 	Oh, sweetheart. My body may meet its time, but my soul is eternal. 	
 	 	 	I have lived a long and healthy life on Earth. If the dangers of this place speed my passage to Heaven, let it be so. 	
 	 	 	Until then, I will do all that I can for those I leave behind. 	
 	 	 	You come to me whenever you're ready, dear. 	
 	 	 	It has been called Hell on Earth. Perhaps we are being tested. 	
 	 	 	I believe that if our faith holds true here, if we stay strong and bring light to others, then we will have a place in His Kingdom. 	
 	 	 	The Lord brought me to this place. First, to the sanctuary of the cathedral, when it was a sanctuary. 	
 	 	 	When the Fanatics came storming in... I should have died then. I no longer have the strength to endure such violence. 	
 	 	 	But God opened the way for me. He averted their eyes so that I could escape. I stay to pass on His kindness to all those who make it through here. 	
 	 	 	Then you are working to ease the suffering of those held captive at the Sanctum? 	
 	 	 	A guardian angel walking among us. We all have the power to do it. But not all have the strength of will, as you do. 	
 	 	 	You let me know if there is anything I can do to help you, sweetie. 	
 	 	 	Don't worry yourself about it. You must preserve your own life first, or you cannot help others. 	
 	 	 	Oh, bless you. Bring me what you can, and we will say our farewells. 	
 	 	 	Oh, sweetie. No need to sully your tongue with such words. 	
 	 	 	We are all God's children. You need only place your faith in Him, and you will see it too. 	
 	 	 	Their attention was turned elsewhere. To the young and dangerous, perhaps. 	
 	 	 	It matters not how it happened. What matters is that I am here to help, to comfort, to provide hope in any way I can. 	
 	 	 	Truly? What a blessing. Maybe one day I will see their face again, and we can speak of all they have still ahead of them. 	
 	 	 	Everyone has it inside themselves: the will to do the right thing. Sometimes they need only a helping hand. Someone to believe in them. 	
 	 	 	The names on these collars... I will remember them well. Thanks to you, dearie, these poor souls need not walk to Heaven alone. 	
Category:Expeditions: The Pitt dialogue files