Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know the oracle's prophecy.
He sent you. He sent you to torment me.
The unfettered power of our goddess, contained in that little box.
[tinkles]
You're a monster.
I want to remind you exactly who put you here.
Your people, huh?
The end of all things. All life.
She's…
In the Goddess' name, I accept your offering and grant you peace.
[snarls]
We're cut off. No word from the Nightsilver Woods.
Put that away.
We have to assume there is none.
[grunting]
[scoffs]
I hope she deserves you. I really do. You're not like most princesses.
[explosion]
But it seems to me they're the ones running free
Let me help you.