Oh dear, another dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders. Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none. The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing. You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
Oh, dear brother... I'm on my way... My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince. Rise, if you would. ...For that is our curse.
Oh, dear brother... Mark my words, Ashen one... You remain among the accursed...