Samael: So the Charred Council sends only one Horseman, even to the past. No, this visit is unsanctioned. In fact, no one knows you're here.
Death: Not a soul. Now hand over the key, it can be our little secret.
Samael: Pitiful. Flawed castings from a perfect mold. Absalom was always stronger than the rest of you.
Death: You'll find me strong enough, Samael!
Samael: Yes. You have overcome many obstacles to stand here before me. But sometimes, the hero dies in the end. Ask your brother.
Death: Will you surrender the key, or must I take it?
Samael: Horseman. You already know the answer. Stay down, Horseman.
Interesting. Perhaps you'll succeed after all. Either way, it will be quite a show.
Death: I have the key, Crowfather.
Crowfather: Then at last, you may enter the Well of Souls. But once undertaken, there is no returning on this path.
Death: I've come this far, Crowfather. I'm not turning back.
Crowfather: Then be warned, rider of death. A dark presence guards the Well, and the seeds of corruption writhe within.
Death: The Well is corrupted?
Crowfather: Yes. But not the nameless kind you have faced thus far. No, Corruption has chosen a champion, a voice to sound its clarion call.
Death: Then I will see this finished, here and now.
Crowfather: Remember what you have learned, rider. Corruption is the end of all things, even death.
Death: The tree, the keys, the Well -- why do I get the sense you are testing me?
Crowfather: You test yourself, old friend. For what you've done, for what you had to do. And now, you face the ultimate test. Will you bring death, or give life?