Script Differences

This is a sub-page of Proto:Misericorde: Volume One.

Chapter designations are taken from the filenames of the internal scenario files, in both the demo and final versions.

0-1 (Conspiracy)#

The demo begins with a disclaimer introcard (demo_introcard) that isn't present in the final game for obvious reasons.

Demo	Final
This story is set in a monastery in the 1400s. Characters will say, do, and believe fucked up things. Violence, xenophobia, racism, sexism, and other serious themes are part of this story.	This story is set in a monastery in the 1400s. Characters will say, do, and believe unpleasant things. Violence, xenophobia, racism, sexism, and other serious themes are part of this story.
The sun had set several hours ago, but there was still a heavy, wet, and infuriatingly slight heat lingering in the air. Such are English summers; the temperature never rises to meet those in faraway lands, but they manage to be uncomfortable all the same. Even this stately home was not free from discomfort. Some might say, if you complained about the stuffiness within earshot, that this is what makes England such a fair country: even the seasonal annoyances God granted us are unique.	The sun had set several hours ago, but the air was still heavy and wet. Too cold to go without a shawl; too warm to feel comfortable in one. Such are English summers. Their temperatures never rise above those in faraway lands, but they manage to be uncomfortable all the same. Even this stately home was not free from discomfort. Some might say, if you complained about the stuffiness within earshot, that this is what makes England such a fair country: Even the seasonal annoyances God granted us are unique.
Coming to a stop, he tied his horse to a post and hurried to the front door of the estate.	Coming to a stop, he tied his horse to a post and hurried to the front door of the estate to request entry.
Cloaked Man: I can see candlelight in his window. I know he is here. Servant: I— even if he was, it’s an absolutely criminal time to be making house calls, sir. Servant: I must ask again, politely, for you to leave.	???: I can see candlelight in his window. I know the master is home. Servant: I—Even if he was, this is an absolutely criminal time to be making house calls, sir. Servant: I must ask again, politely, for you to leave.
The young page was standing just beyond the threshold, looking concerned. He held a little candle in one hand that flickered in the night air. A tall, refined gentleman stood behind him, sporting a bushy silver beard and slicked-back hair. As he made his way inside, the cloaked man pressed a coin into the servant’s hand. Cloaked Man: Thank you very much. Servant: …! Thank you, sir… Gentleman: I apologize for my staff. Gentleman: If you had sent a letter ahead— Cloaked Man: No, no. No trouble at all. Cloaked Man: I must apologize for arriving at such an unseemly hour, but I have something of utmost urgency to discuss. Gentleman: Of course. Gentleman: We can confer in my private parlor, upstairs. Servant: Should I bring refreshments I can— Gentleman: No. That will not be necessary. Gentleman: You may return to your duties.	The young page was standing just beyond the threshold. He looked concerned. He held a little candle in one hand that flickered in the nighttime breeze. A tall man in expensive clothes stood behind him. The candlelight illuminated his beard and hair in silver. As the cloaked man made his way inside, he pressed a coin into the page’s hand. ???: Thank you very much. Servant: Oh…! Well, thank you, sir… Servant: And I must beg forgiveness for any offense I caused… Gentleman: I must apologize for my staff. Gentleman: If you had sent a letter ahead— ???: No, no. It was no trouble at all. ???: It is wise to be paranoid, especially this late. ???: I am the one who must apologize for arriving at such an unseemly hour. ???: But I do have something of utmost urgency to discuss… Gentleman: Of course. Gentleman: My private parlor is upstairs. Servant: Should I bring refreshments? I can— Gentleman: No. That will not be necessary. Gentleman: Off to bed with you.
The cloaked man followed, his face still hidden. Once they reached the parlor, the master of the house walked around the room lighting candles before taking a plush seat behind a large wooden desk. He indicated for the cloaked man to sit in the chair in front of him. Instead, the man removed his disguise and sat on one of the more regal seats littered about the room. Beneath the cloak, the rider was quite handsome. He had youthful, sharp features and long, silky hair; he was quite a bit shorter than the master of the house but carried himself in an equally stately manner. He had dressed modestly for travel, but he wore a series of very expensive rings on his fingers. The taller gentleman drummed his own ostentatious rings on the desk, waiting for his visitor to speak first.	The visitor followed, his face still obscured by his cloak's loose hood. Once they reached the parlor, the master of the house walked around the room lighting candles, before taking a plush seat behind a large wooden desk. He indicated for his guest to sit in the wooden chair in front of him. Instead, the man removed his disguise and sat on one of the more expensive, cushioned seats littered about the room. His host eyed the man's muddy riding boots, but said nothing. Beneath the cloak, this mysterious rider was quite handsome. He had sharp features and long, silken hair; he was quite a bit shorter than the master of the house, but he carried himself in such a confident manner that it did not matter. He had dressed modestly for travel, but wore a jewelry box's worth of rings on his fingers. The taller gentleman drummed his own equally ostentatious rings on the desk, inviting his visitor to speak first.
Handsome Man: ‘Send a letter’? Gentleman: An excuse meant solely for my servant. Gentleman: I am well aware letters would be inadvisable in these matters. As would traveling in the dead of night alone just to speak with confidants… Handsome Man: You haven’t sent any letters, have you? Or written anything down? Gentleman: No, no. I am not as foolish as that. Handsome Man: Good. Handsome Man: Not that anything we’ve discussed is untoward— Gentleman: Of course— Handsome Man: But it’s about appearances. Gentleman: You are quite correct. Handsome Man: Must you agree with everything I say in this manner? Gentleman: As long as you say things that are agreeable, I’m afraid I have no choice. The younger man pulled his face into a humorless smile, then leaned forward.	Handsome Man: I should have ‘sent a letter’? Gentleman: Banter for my servant's benefit. Gentleman: I am well aware letters would be… inadvisable in our matters. Gentleman: As would traveling in the dead of night alone just to speak with confidants… Handsome Man: You haven’t sent any letters, have you? Handsome Man: Or written anything down? Gentleman: As I said… Gentleman: Merely banter. Gentleman: I am no fool. Handsome Man: Good. The long-haired man appeared satisfied, and leaned forward in the chair with a smirk. Handsome Man: Not that anything we have discussed is untoward— Gentleman: Never! Handsome Man: —but it pays to be cautious. Gentleman: You are quite correct. Handsome Man: Must you agree with everything I say in this manner? Gentleman: As long as you say things that are agreeable, I’m afraid I have no choice. The younger man pulled his smirk even further around his thin face.
Handsome Man: Let us bring each other up to speed. Gentleman: Yes. Yes, of course. Handsome Man: The heroic capture of Berwick early on in the proceedings aside, the Scottish campaign is going quite terribly. Handsome Man: The king is still alive. Handsome Man: I doubt he’d dare lead a siege himself. He bears no wounds, aside from his pride. Gentleman: I take it you were hoping for a slightly different outcome— Handsome Man: I’ve said nothing of the sort. Gentleman: — But I would not worry. Gentleman: For my part, I can tell you this excursion into Scotland has been disastrous at home as well as abroad. Gentleman: The general sentiment is becoming mutinous, I assure you. Handsome Man: That is good news, although sentiment means very little in the grand scheme of things. Gentleman: From what I hear, I should not be… surprised if action is taken, eventually.	Handsome Man: To business, then. Gentleman: Indeed. Handsome Man: I bring ill tidings, I am afraid. Handsome Man: The heroic capture of Berwick early on in the proceedings aside, the Scottish campaign is going quite terribly, but… Handsome Man: The king is still alive. Handsome Man: Not that I expected him to dare lead a siege himself. He bears no wounds, aside from his pride. Gentleman: Were you hoping a stray arrow might catch him on horseback? Handsome Man: I’ve said nothing of the sort. Gentleman: I would not worry. Gentleman: I can tell you with confidence that this excursion into Scotland has been as disastrous at home as it has been abroad. Gentleman: The general sentiment in the court has become somewhat… mutinous. Handsome Man: That is good news! Handsome Man: Although sentiment means very little until it inspires action. Gentleman: I should not be surprised if action is taken eventually.
Gentleman: Sooner rather than later would be my honest guess. Gentleman: The king’s… habits… create one of the easiest targets I have ever witnessed, if I may hazard saying such a thing. Handsome Man: You may. Handsome Man: Do you know if someone…? Gentleman: No. And rest assured that if I did, I would not say so. Gentleman: But we have created quite a window of opportunity for others to act. Gentleman: If I were a betting man, I would quite comfortably place money on the king passing in months. The younger man nodded and furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Handsome Man: We have left a lot up to luck, between us. Gentleman: In truth, I have found that most politics come down to creating good bets. Gentleman: Nothing is absolute. There are too many things moving of their own accord to truly know anything, let alone control anything. Gentleman: But if we can nudge just the right things in just the right direction… we can find a way to get what we want with none being any the wiser.	Gentleman: Sooner rather than later. That would be my honest bet. Gentleman: The king’s… habits… make him a plush target. Gentleman: I daresay nature might take its course before any one plot comes together. Handsome Man: Plots? Handsome Man: How very interesting. Have you caught wind of any good ones? Gentleman: No. Gentleman: But there is a wide window of opportunity for others to act. Gentleman: I would quite comfortably place money on the king passing in months. The younger man nodded. His wily smirk disappeared as he furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Handsome Man: We are leaving a lot up to luck. Handsome Man: Our hands stay clean, but I am not sure I trust chance with the future of the country. Gentleman: Even the most careful politicking gives way to chance. Gentleman: I know you must be tired of watching. Waiting. Handsome Man: I am. Handsome Man: You yourself said that the court is restless. Handsome Man: How many other plans are in the middle of being concocted? Handsome Man: Every morning, as I get dressed, I wonder… Handsome Man: Who is ahead of me? Handsome Man: Who knows something I do not? Handsome Man: What if today is the day that someone else finds the will to act, and I lose my opportunity forever? Gentleman: Nobody else has the will to act. Gentleman: That much I do know. Gentleman: Perhaps there are courtiers who know something we do not. Gentleman: Perhaps there are plans, whispered in rooms like these, that are more conclusive… Gentleman: But there is nobody else out there with our will. Your will. Handsome Man: I would like to believe that. Gentleman: Irregardless, we are acting. Gentleman: We are observing the board while others play. Gentleman: When the time comes, we will know more than anyone. Gentleman: All the better if something else happens to catch everyone off guard. Gentleman: There are too many things moving of their own to attempt to control anything just yet. Gentleman: And if we can nudge just the right pieces in just the right direction, without anyone noticing… we may well get exactly what we want without having to do anything. The younger man nodded thoughtfully. He leaned back in the soft velvet seat and crossed his legs. In appearance, he was much more relaxed than a moment ago; However, when he spoke again, it was with surprising venom.
Handsome Man: What do you want? Gentleman: The same thing you do. Gentleman: To correct the king’s grave mistakes before it is too late. Handsome Man: This is about justice, for you? Gentleman: Course correction. Gentleman: ...And I will admit, what is best for you is best for me. Handsome Man: My God, man. Handsome Man: You just buckled after two questions. Gentleman: ...Only because I wish to answer you truthfully. If anyone else ever inquires— The younger man looked irritated, and waved his hand as if to swat away flies. Handsome Man: Bah.	Handsome Man: What do you want? Gentleman: Why… Gentleman: The same as you, of course. Gentleman: England has a jester for a king. Gentleman: His mistakes must be rectified. Handsome Man: So this is about justice, for you? Gentleman: It is about course correction! Gentleman: Do you doubt me? Gentleman: I know you are cautious--paranoid!--But you must be able to put your faith in someone, and I assure you that is me. Handsome Man: But what do you want? Gentleman: I don't understand. Handsome Man: It's a rather simple question. Gentleman: It's nonsense! Handsome Man: What. Do. You. Want? Gentleman: I want the same thing you do! I want to kill the bloody King of England! The younger man grinned wickedly. Handsome Man: My God, man. Handsome Man: You just buckled after two questions. Gentleman: I… Gentleman: B-because I wish to answer you truthfully. Gentleman: If anyone else ever inquires, I can assure you— The visitor appeared relaxed once more, and waved his hand to swat away his host's excuses. Handsome Man: Bah. Handsome Man: I hope you'll do better than that if anyone truly presses you. Gentleman: I shall endeavor to keep it a secret. Gentleman: As I have until now, and as I always shall.
Gentleman: Speaking of politics… if I may caution you. Gentleman: While it is certainly convenient that the king is ripe to be acted against, there is a chance certain elements might… Gentleman: ...bubble up again, were it to happen. In fact, I dare say those elements might be the very thing to act against him. Gentleman: It could cause more problems further ahead if we aren't careful to the utmost. Gentleman: As carefully as I can tug at strings, we can never truly be sure what will happen when things snap back into place. Handsome Man: Lancaster loyalists? Are there truly enough courtiers banging that drum to worry about still? Gentleman: I am afraid so. Gentleman: To be frank, I am surprised you hadn't considered that angle. Surely those whispers haven't disappeared entirely in your circles. Handsome Man: I've been very busy with other matters. Handsome Man: Besides, whispers or not, I thought the matter was settled a decade ago. Gentleman: Some matters never truly settle. Handsome Man: All the more reason to make sure the nation has a strong lineage to look forward to. Gentleman: I agree wholeheartedly.	Handsome Man: Mm. Handsome Man: While we are on the subject of security… Handsome Man: We know the king is poised to be acted against, but is there not a chance certain undesirable elements might be the ones to act? Handsome Man: Are we prepared to deal with them? Gentleman: Lancaster loyalists? Handsome Man: Yes. It would be a bit of a headache if they beat us to the punch, would it not? Handsome Man: Surely those whispers haven't dissipated entirely. Gentleman: Hrmm. It is certainly wise to keep an eye on them. Gentleman: Matters of succession never settle. He gestured around the room the two were conspiring in. Gentleman: As we are clearly both aware. The younger man put his head in his hands and sighed theatrically.
Gentleman: That matter is being attended to, I assure you. Handsome Man: So certain, you are. Handsome Man: I thought these things weren’t meant to be touched directly? Gentleman: They are not. Gentleman: However… I have discovered a piece that can be nudged. I am not seated at the chess game— Handsome Man: — But you can influence the player. Handsome Man: Alright, alright. This is nothing too horrible you’re referring to, I trust. Gentleman: Of course not. It's a question of lineage that might be brought to light.	Gentleman: That matter is being attended to, I assure you. Handsome Man: So certain, you are! Handsome Man: I thought we were avoiding getting involved directly? Gentleman: We are. Gentleman: However… I have discovered a piece that can be nudged. Gentleman: We am not seated at the chess game— Handsome Man: —But we can influence the player, yes, yes, you've already used that one. Handsome Man: Very well. This is nothing too grim you’re referring to, I trust. Gentleman: Not at all. A matter of paperwork.
Gentleman: Well. Gentleman: I wanted to propose something to you. A contingency, if you will. Handsome Man: What sort of 'contingencies' are you expecting? Gentleman: I assure you there is no reason to worry about this presently. Gentleman: This is merely an opportunity I noticed upon examining the favors I am owed.	Gentleman: You mentioned security… Gentleman: I wanted to propose something to you. Gentleman: Through my various connections I am owed many favors… Gentleman: And I am owed one in particular that might be useful. Gentleman: Should you ever need a place to lay low— Handsome Man: Why should I need to lay low? Gentleman: You should never need to! Gentleman: But as you say… Gentleman: It pays to be paranoid.
The master of the house took a roll of parchment out from his desk and spread it across the desk in front of him. It was a copied map. The man’s visitor arose from his seat to join in looking at it. It was quite messy and ugly, perhaps poorly copied. Nevertheless, both men studied it without question. Gentleman: Should you ever need a place to lay low for any reason. Gentleman: I have just the place. Handsome Man: Do you foresee me needing a place to lay low? What is this about? Gentleman: This is just proper planning. He pointed to a spot on the map, deep in the northern hills of England.	The master of the house took a roll of parchment out from his desk and spread it across the desk in front of him. His visitor finally arose from the plush seat, and strolled over to join in. The map was messy,ugly; perhaps poorly copied. Nevertheless, both men studied it carefully. The master of the house pointed to a spot on the map in the northern hills of England.
Handsome Man: You are owed some odd favors. Gentleman: I am known to the bishop who offers the eucharist to the nuns there, that is all.	Handsome Man: You are owed some very odd favors. Handsome Man: Did a lover of yours take vows? Gentleman: I correspond with the bishop who administers the Eucharist to the nuns there. Gentleman: Who has connections of his own… And so on and so forth.
Gentleman: I assure you, this is as safe a place as you could possibly find. Gentleman: Very peaceful little community. Far away from any angry Lancasters. Or anyone, for that matter. Gentleman: Perhaps if you were to take, say, a holiday soon, so nobody could possibly blame you for anything that might happen to the king in our window of opportunity… Handsome Man: Enough. Handsome Man: I will consider it, should the need arise.	Gentleman: This is as safe a place as you could possibly find. Gentleman: A very peaceful little community. Far away from any angry courtiers. Or Lancasters. Gentleman: Anyone, for that matter. Gentleman: Perhaps if you were to take, say, a holiday. Gentleman: A trip into the hills when Christmas comes, to sample the wine… Handsome Man: Ah… It's that sort of abbey. Gentleman: One of the finest of that sort! Gentleman: And while you were there, nobody could possibly blame you for anything that might happen to the king… Handsome Man: Enough. Handsome Man: …I will consider it.
Gentleman: My thanks to you. Gentleman: Now then… while I have you here, would you care for a drink?	Gentleman: My thanks to you. The map was rolled up and swept back into a drawer, and a bottle was placed on the table in its stead. Gentleman: Now then… Gentleman: While I have you here, would you care for a drink?

1-1 (Hedwig and Catherine)#

Demo	Final
You thought to come and keep me company? I'm flattered. But I don't need your sympathy. Everyone, to a degree, is lonely. My situation is not unique. No matter how many people they surround themselves with, no matter how sociable their daily lives are, everyone has an emptiness inside them that cannot be filled. We’re insatiable. The more people we meet, the hungrier we become for more: more laughter, more nods as we pass each other in the hallway. More shoulders to cry on, more promises. Once you’ve tasted companionship, it’s impossible not to yearn for it constantly. So, I'm not special. You needn't waste your time with me.	Oh. Hello there. You thought to come and keep me company? I am flattered. But I do not need your sympathy. Everyone gets lonely. My situation is not unique. No matter how many people they surround themselves with, no matter how sociable they are in their day-to-day, everyone has an emptiness inside them that cannot be filled. We are insatiable. To know someone is to demand more and more of them: more laughter, more nods as we pass each other in the hallway. More shoulders to cry on, more promises to keep. Once you’ve tasted companionship, it’s impossible not to yearn for it constantly. To strip little pieces away from people like a carrion bird. I'm better off in here, without that hunger. That temptation. I may be locked in a little cell all by myself, but… You needn't waste your time with me.
That’s a shame. I’m sorry. If you want company, you’re stuck with me for now. There’s no point in belaboring all of this. What’s done is done. But… well. I suppose I’m not going anywhere. You understand the duties of an Anchoress, I’m assuming?	That is a shame. I must apologize. If it's company you're after, you are stuck with me and my musings for now. There’s no point in belaboring all of this. What’s done is done. But… I suppose I’m not going anywhere. I could pretend to be an Anchoress once more, for old time's sake. You understand the duties of a proper Anchoress, I’m assuming?
You have questions, and I have answers. That’s it, really.	You have questions, and I have answers. That is all, really.
The eucharist performed by the visiting Bishop through the squint. Laundry passed back and forth through the squint. Sorry. The 'hagioscope' is the proper term. It’s what we’re talking through right now.	The Eucharist performed by the visiting Bishop through the squint. Laundry passed back and forth through the squint. My apologies. The 'hagioscope' is the proper term. It’s what we’re talking through right now.
I’d help the other Sisters win arguments. “is God really never mentioned in Esther?”; that kind of thing. He isn’t, in case you were wondering. I remember every question I’m asked.	I’d help the other sisters win arguments. “Is God really never mentioned in Esther?”; that kind of thing. He is not, in case you were wondering. I cherished every question I was asked.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was.	I did not realize it at the time, but I was.
We can make a game of it. It's dreadfully boring, being back in here. Plus, for all I know, you could be... well. If I knew that for certain… I wouldn't be telling you any of this. But you've caught me in a chatty mood. I'm willing to throw caution to the winds.	We can make a game of it. It's safer, but it is dreadfully boring being back in here. For all I know, you could be here to mock me, or worse. If I knew who you were for certain… I might not be telling you any of this. But you've caught me in a chatty mood, and I am willing to throw caution to the winds.
???: Aha. I’m sorry. That’s probably a silly question, isn’t it? Anchoress: No, not at all! I could have been sleeping… ???: I suppose that’s true. ???: You’d still be there, though, if that were the case.	???: Aha. I apologize. That's a rather silly question, isn’t it? Anchoress: No, not at all! I could have been sleeping… ???: I suppose that is true. ???: You’d still be there, though, if that were the case.
???: What’s it like in there? Anchoress: I, um… what do you mean? ???: In your cell. What’s it like? Anchoress: Well, it’s… nice, I think.	???: 'Philosophical'? Now there's a word I wouldn't have expected from you. ???: Unless… You wouldn't happen to have some Aquinas on your shelf, would you? Anchoress: I do indeed! A fair bit, actually… ???: My condolences. ???: What’s it like in there? Anchoress: I, ah… what do you mean? ???: In your cell. What’s it like? Anchoress: Well, it’s… Nice, I think.
???: There are plenty of nice places in the Bible I can think of! Anchoress: Nice to look at, certainly. Anchoress: Comfortable. But spiritually… not very nice. ???: You’re telling me you wouldn’t have liked to have seen, I dunno, King Solomon’s palace? Anchoress: Definitely not. Anchoress: It sounds beautiful, but it was built on sin after sin! In Kings 11:4... ???: “Vanity of vanities…” I know, I know. Anchoress: Ah! S-sorry, I assumed you weren’t one of the Sisters if you were asking questions about visiting Solomon’s palace… This was unlike any conversation I’d ever had previously. It was so casual, yet so exhaustive. Or rather, the words themselves weren’t detailed… but it was a conversation only people enamored with little details could have. Relaxed, but practiced.	???: Aquinas has a lot to say about architecture, but I can't blame you for not finding his descriptions particularly gripping. ???: There are plenty of nice places in the Bible I can think of, though! ???: Cities and palaces and so on. Anchoress: Nice to look at, certainly. Anchoress: Physically comfortable. But spiritually… less so. ???: You’re telling me you wouldn’t have liked to have seen, I don't know, King Solomon’s palace? Anchoress: Definitely not. Anchoress: It sounds beautiful, but it was built on sin after sin! In Kings 11:4… ???: “Vanity of vanities…” I know, I know. Anchoress: Ah! S-sorry, I assumed you weren’t one of the sisters if you were asking questions about visiting Solomon’s palace… This was unlike any conversation I’d ever had previously. It was so casual, yet so exhaustive. Or to put it another way… The words themselves weren’t detailed… But it was a conversation only people enamored with little details could have. Relaxed, but practiced.
We didn’t always agree. In fact, I’d say we mostly didn’t. But it never felt contentious. It felt like we were two swordsmen having a rigorous sparring session. In fact, I did bring that up once or twice.	It was the first time I had ever felt challenged by a visitor. My Greek is terrible and my Hebrew is nonexistant, I must admit. We didn’t always agree. In fact… I’d hazard a guess that we mostly didn’t. But it never felt contentious. We were like expert swordsmen having rigorous sparring sessions. In fact, I did bring that up once or twice.
Anchoress: No, really!!	Anchoress: No, really!
Anchoress: It’s simply an embellishment for the reader.	Anchoress: It’s simply a descriptive embellishment for the reader.
Anchoress: That’s not really a lie though, is it?	Anchoress: That’s not really a lie though, is it?
Anchoress: Oh, stop!! ???: Do you imagine handsome soldiers very often? You sound experienced. Anchoress: This is… snrkk… ???: This is what? Anchoress: Anyway, it might not have been Samuel.	Anchoress: Oh, stop! ???: Do you imagine handsome soldiers very often? You sound experienced. Anchoress: This is… snrkk… ???: This is what? Anchoress: …Anyway, it might not have been Samuel.
Anchoress: No, I just… am not very attractive.	Anchoress: No, I just… Am not very attractive.
Anchoress: My meals are given to me through that little door you’re behind… Communion as well.	Anchoress: My meals are given to me through that little door you’re behind… Communion as well, when the Bishop comes around…
Anchoress: I have a chamber pot!! It… gets taken away when my meals are delivered! ???: Let me get this straight. ???: You swap your— Anchoress: Don’t!! Talk about this!	Anchoress: I have a chamber pot! It… gets taken away when my meals are delivered! ???: Goodness me. It must be rather small to fit through here. ???: And let me get this straight, you swap your— Anchoress: Do not talk about this!
???: Why, you’re practically waited on hand and foot, my liege. Anchoress: You say that as if I live in luxury. Anchoress: Besides, I didn’t ask for this life! It’s a responsibility. ???: Ah, they all say that. ???: Noblesse oblige, and so on. ‘'Tis ours, the dignity they give to grace’!	???: Why, you’re practically waited on hand and foot, my liege. Anchoress: I am not! Anchoress: You know, sometimes I—I just chuck it all out of my window! Anchoress: Besides, I didn’t ask for this life. It’s a responsibility!. ???: Ah, they all say that. ???: Noblesse oblige, and so on. ???: ‘'Tis ours, the dignity they give to grace’!
Anchoress: The Bible is my life.	Anchoress: Studying the Bible is my life.
???: No, no… no. I mean the sun, itself. ???: In the sky. I''m... awful with directions, does your window face east?	???: No, no… No. I mean the sun, itself. ???: In the sky. I am… Awful with directions, does your window face east?
???: I’m sorry. I... sort of assumed you would know... who the Pope is…	???: I’m sorry. I… Sort of assumed you would know… who the Pope is…
Anchoress: I mean, that’s not too relevant to me… mostly I just look outside to tell what season it is.	Anchoress: I mean, that’s not too relevant to me… Mostly I just look outside to tell what season it is.
She never did bring me that play. Not her fault, I suppose.	She never did bring me that play. It's not her fault, I suppose.

1-2 (Hedwig Gets Bad News)#

Demo	Final
I dreamed of terrors. Bad omens.	I dreamed that I was trapped in a small box, pounding and beating against the lid.
Like a bratty child I will succumb to every whim, every fleeting desire.	Like a stubborn child I will succumb to every whim, every fleeting desire.
I’m not sure who they were, nor did I particularly care. I just knew they weren’t her. Oh, yes, I mentioned transcription. That was the other half of my work.	I’m not sure who they were, nor did I particularly care. I just knew they weren’t her. The scratching continued. My dreams became more and more desparate. Sometimes I broke through the wood surrounding me, but whenever I did my mouth would fill with cloth. I would wake up choking. Oh, yes, I mentioned transcription. That was the other half of my work.
Stupid. If only I’d remembered that when she was at my window.	Stupid. If only I’d remembered that when she was at my window.
Superior: May I... come in? Anchoress: Umm… no. No, that’s not…	Superior: May I… come in? Anchoress: Err… no. No, that’s not…
Anchoress: NO!!! Anchoress: Mother Superior, do not— Clack, clack.	Anchoress: NO! Anchoress: Mother Superior, do not— Clack, clack.
Anchoress: You— you… !!!	Anchoress: You— You…!!!
Superior: The young man was indeed found sneaking around the convent the morning after the murder took place, and he had no compelling excuse as to why that would be.	Superior: The young man was indeed found sneaking around the convent the morning the body was discovered, and he had no compelling excuse as to why that would be.
Superior: Every last Sister here, immediately in agreement that a stablehand— a complete outsider— was responsible?	Superior: Every last sister here, immediately in agreement that a stablehand— a complete outsider— was responsible?
Superior: I will make sure the other Sisters bring you up to speed on the proceedings so you can become one of them as soon as possible.	Superior: I will make sure the other sisters bring you up to speed on the proceedings so you can become one of them as soon as possible.
Superior: Yes. That was Catherine’s job, before… well.	Superior: Yes. That was Catherine’s position, before… well.

1-3 (Bad Omens)#

Demo	Final
Stupid. Interpretation was never how I was taught to process scripture. Or anything at all.	Stupid. Interpretation was never how I was taught to process scripture.
My head felt like it had been filled with smoke; my eyes watered at the sensation, and I became more aware of my palms than I’d ever been before.	My head felt like it had been filled with smoke. My eyes watered at the sensation, and I became more aware of my palms than I’d ever been before.
Yellow bile is a little nasty. People with a lot of yellow in their system are short tempered, aggressive… some would say confident, but I’d say a little mean.	Yellow bile is a little nasty. People with a lot of yellow in their system are short tempered, aggressive… Some would say confident, but I’d say a little cruel.
Morning service… Agh! I had forgotten Matins!!!!	Morning service… Agh! I had forgotten Matins!
Katherine: I’m just trying to make you presentable.	Katherine: I’m just trying to make you presentable. Katherine: For Heaven's sake, I was busy all night and still managed to look my best today.
After hmming and haahing for a moment, she licked another finger, and tucked in the rest of the hair sticking out from my wimple quite rudely.	After hmming and haahing for a moment, she licked another finger, and tucked in the rest of the hair sticking out from my wimple quite rudely.
Hedwig: ... Yes. I’m ready now. Katherine: Alright then.	Hedwig: …Yes. I’m ready now. Katherine: Off we go, then.

2-1 (First Introductions)#

Demo	Final
We passed a set of windows with a little statue of the Madonna and Child.	We passed a set of windows with a little statue of the Madonna and Child nestled between them.
Katherine: And the misericorde on the right, just before those…. then the door next to that is the library.	Katherine: And the misericord on the right, just before those… Katherine: …Then the door next to that is the library.
Hedwig: Um... Katherine: Oh, MY God.	Hedwig: Um… Katherine: Oh, MY God.
Hedwig: ...Is this abbey built around Saint Gall’s plan?	Hedwig: …Do you happen to know if this abbey is built according to Saint Gall’s plan?
Katherine: How on earth do you figure that? Have you got a compass hidden somewhere in your frock?	Katherine: How on earth do you know that? Katherine: Have you got a compass hidden somewhere in your frock?
Hedwig: And the nuns or monks would live in the southwest… Katherine: Goodness! You must have had some very interesting books to read in that cell of yours!	Hedwig: And the oblates would live in the southwest… Katherine: Goodness! You must have had some very… interesting books to read in that cell of yours!
Margaret: Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Margaret: I’m Sister Margaret. I take it you’re the anchoress everyone’s been whispering about?	???: Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Margaret: I’m Sister Margaret. I take it you’re the anchoress everyone’s been whispering about?
Katherine: God, maybe I’ll tell her I’m sick today.	Katherine: God, maybe I’ll tell her I’m sick today.
Katherine: Ohohoho… that’s a word for it.	Katherine: Ohohoho… liturgical, that’s a word for it.
She spoke with great humor, but you wouldn’t be able to guess it from her face. A little smile crept across her lips as she turned to me again, however.	Her words belied a mischievous sense of humor that I would never have expected, given her stoic expression. Just as soon as I thought this, however, a little smile crept across her face.
Katherine: If we meet many more Sisters on the way, we'll never get there.	Katherine: If we meet many more sisters on the way, we'll never get there.
Katherine: The bespectacled one is Eustace. She's very smart but gets a bit mousey sometimes. You'll get along swimmingly.	Katherine: The mousy one is Eustace. Katherine: She's quite smart, and a bit bossy. You two should get along swimmingly.
Eustace: ...It might be... a LITTLE funny…	Eustace: …It might be… a LITTLE funny.
she gave me a strange look I couldn’t quite place but didn’t appreciate.	she gave me a strange look that I couldn’t quite place, but I didn’t appreciate.
This was what intense dislike looked like.	This was what intense dislike looked like.
Katherine: This is Hedwig. She’s still finding her footing.	Katherine: This is Sister Hedwig. She’s still finding her footing.
Angela: Not too busy to spend most of your evenings in the misericorde, I’ve noticed.	Angela: Not too busy to spend most of your evenings in the misericord, I’ve noticed.
Katherine: Or were you just checking the door? Angela: Just the same... musk as always. I didn’t even have to check inside, though, it wafted out of the door on its own when I tested the hinges. Katherine: So diligent! And here I was thinking Darcy’s experiments might be more odorous than anything I might hide. Angela: Darcy’s experiments aren’t alive.	Katherine: Or were you just testing the door? Angela: Just the same… musk as always. Angela: I didn’t even have to check inside. Angela: It wafted out of the door on its own when I tested the hinges. Katherine: So diligent! Katherine: And here I was thinking Darcy’s experiments might be more odorous than anything I might hide. Angela: Darcy’s experiments aren’t alive.

2-2 (The Chapel)#

Demo	Final
Inside the chapel, everyone was already sitting in pews aside from the Superior, who I could make out standing at the altar near the back.	Inside the chapel, everyone was already sitting in pews. All except the Superior, who I could make out standing at the altar near the back.
Superior: Ah, welcome, Sister Hedwig!	Superior: Ah, greetings, Sister Hedwig!
Superior: Now, the Creed, if you’d please; and then we will continue with the usual psalmody before concluding with a hymn Superior: and yes that means singing Superior: and yes that means all of you, including Katherine I.	Superior: Now, the Creed, if you’d please; and then we will continue with the usual psalmody before concluding with a hymn— Superior: —and yes that means singing Superior: —and yes that means all of you, including Katherine I.

3-1 (Meeting Moira)#

Demo	Final
The woman who had been sitting near the front of the pews was crouched next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder to prop me up slightly.	The woman who had been sitting near the front of the pews was crouched next to me. Her hand was resting on my shoulder to prop me upright slightly.
Moira: She’s going to be alright. I think she's just a bit knackered.	Moira: She’s going to be just fine. I think she's just a tad enervated.
Moira: You’d better join us for lunch. You barely weigh a thing!	Moira: You’d better join us for lunch. You barely weigh a thing!
Margaret: ...Yes, Supe.	Margaret: …Yes, Soup.
Moira: They say first impressions are everything, but I have a good feeling you’ll nail your second one, aye?	Moira: Everyone also says first impressions are everything, but I have a good feeling you’ll nail your second one, aye?
Moira: Now don’t you dare worry yourself about something as silly as the Hours! You’re not used to moving and talking and, well, living so much and you need some rest.	Moira: Now don’t you dare worry yourself about something as silly as the Hours! Moira: You’re not used to moving and talking and, well… living so much! Moira: You need some rest.
She patted my forehead before bending down to scoop up my clothes.	She stroked my forehead before bending down to scoop up my clothes. I flinched at the sensation; while it was a friendlier gesture than Katherine's thumb assault, it was no less alien.

3-2 (The Bath)#

Demo	Final
Hedwig: It isn't? Darcy: no Hedwig: Oh. Darcy: anyway!!! bathtime	Hedwig: Is it not? Darcy: no Hedwig: Oh. Darcy: anyway! bathtime
Darcy: nope! we all trust each other here Hedwig: ...I see. I supposed I didn’t have any possessions that needed to be kept away from prying eyes or fingers.	Darcy: no Darcy: we all trust each other here Darcy: just make sure to knock Darcy: you don't want to walk in on moira epilating Hedwig: …I see… Darcy: that was embarrassing Darcy: the first time anyway Darcy: third time it started being a bit funny i suppose Hedwig: … I supposed I didn’t have any possessions that needed to be kept away from prying eyes or fingers.
Hedwig: Oh, I really hope you didn’t trudge back and forth in the rain just for my bathwater… Darcy: i did!! but it’s okay. i like the rain	Hedwig: Oh, I really hope you didn’t trudge back and forth in the rain just for my bathwater… Darcy: i did Darcy: but it’s okay i like the rain
That was a passage translated by a man named John Wycliffe. As originally written, the story goes roughly as follows:	That was a passage translated by a man named John Wycliffe. I… No, of course I know you know who Wycliffe is. Who does not? Please, continue to humor me. I am attempting to record everything I find relevant to this story. Imagine, perish the thought, that you were some heathen listening to my tale. You'd appreciate the explanation, would you not? That is how I was trained to write chronicles! Do try and put up with me if I sound like the Superior. Anyway. As written in Latin, the story is as follows:
Many years ago, Wycliffe was translating the Bible into English in the midst of some social upheaval. The Archbishop accused him of inserting nefarious messages into his translations, to rile the common people up and rebel against the Church’s version of the Bible, which is of course written in Vulgate. The Church was so sure of Wycliffe’s heresy, they held a Synod to argue for his expulsion from Oxford!	Many years ago, Wycliffe translated the Bible into English. The Archbishop at the time accused him of inserting nefarious messages into his translations. He thought Wycliffe was trying to rile the common people up to rebel against the Church. So sure they were of Wycliffe’s heresy, they held a Synod to argue for his expulsion from Oxford!
Wycliffe had some interesting things to say about translation that often rattle around in my head, but I’ve gotten very sidetracked here, haven’t I? Oh dear.	We both know the rest, of course. But you won't bite my head off for walking through it, will you? The Wycliffites were denounced. Their heresy was thoroughly put to rest. This was nearly a century ago, so God forgive me for saying this: Wycliffe had some interesting things to say about translation that often rattle around in my head! …But I’ve gotten very sidetracked here, haven’t I? Oh dear.
So maybe it means nothing. If it means nothing, is it necessary? The forty-two children have been mauled by bears at least three times now; probably many more, as I doubt Wycliffe is the only person who tried to write an English Bible.	Maybe it means nothing. If it means nothing, is it necessary? If it is necessary, what does it mean? …You must forgive me. I do sound a bit of a lollard at the moment, don't I? It is a rather impossible problem. The forty-two children have been mauled by bears at least three times now; probably many more, as I doubt Wycliffe is the only man who tried to write a Bible in his own language.

4-1 (Luncheon)#

The chapter-transition card used for this chapter was changed from babylon in the demo to nunportrait in the final game.

Demo	Final
Hedwig: No. I find it hard to believe, to be perfectly honest. I began to put my fresh clothes on.	Hedwig: No. I find it hard to believe, to be perfectly honest. Hedwig: How often do you take communion? Moira: Whenever the Bishop is here, so… Moira: Every few months or so? This almost knocked me back onto the floor. I was used to receiving communion once a season, but I had been under the impression that I was a unique case. My needs differed from the rest of the sisters. I had been in a permanent and all-encompassing relationship with God. These women… did not seem to have the same devotion. … I finally remembered that I was standing there like a fool, and began to put my fresh clothes on.
Flora: I wish. I've been stuck here for two years now. Superior: Now, really. Stuck? Flora: Yeah. Stuck.	Flora: I wish. Flora: I've been stuck here for five years now. Superior: Now, really. Stuck? Flora: Yes. Stuck.
Superior: Moira is our infirmerer, but also pulls double weight as our chamberlain and hosteller on the rare occassions we have visitors.	Superior: Moira is our infirmerer, but also serves as our chamberlain, and our hosteller on the rare occasions we have visitors.
Superior: Marta has actually had many roles here, even before I was the prior. She was the chronicler before our last, and has also been our cantor. Marta: You can just say that I'm old. It's alright.	Superior: Marta has actually had many roles here, even before I was the Prioress. She was the chronicler before our last, and has also been our cantor. Marta: You can just say that I'm old. It's no secret.
Margaret: I'm a precentor as well. Helped Catherine a lot with her writing. Superior: Margaret is very talented. She's also our first foreign oblate. Margaret: ...Thank you very much for explaining that on my behalf, Soup. I'm sure Hedwig hadn't noticed.	Margaret: I'm a precentor as well. I helped Catherine a lot with her writing. Superior: Margaret is very talented. She was also our first foreign oblate. Margaret: …Thank you very much for explaining that on my behalf, Soup.
Margaret: This should be good. Superior: ...our first oblate from... outside... the usual... Margaret: Mm. Superior: ...Here. The typical sphere of... people who devote themselves to monastic life. Darcy: whole world's a sphere boss Margaret: That's so true, Darcy. Margaret: And I'm simply continuing the tradition of spreading the faith around the whole globe. Margaret: Which is the entire purpose of the thing, or so I'm told. Moira: I'm Irish! Margaret: That's great, Moira.	Margaret: This should be good. Margaret: Do you actually know where I was born, Soup? Superior: Don't call me that. Superior: And of course I do; you're our first oblate from… outside… the usual… Margaret: Mm. Superior:…Here. The typical sphere of… people who devote themselves to monastic life. Darcy: whole world's a sphere your reverence Margaret: That is so true, Darcy. Margaret: I'm just a nun doing my little part to spread the faith around the whole globe. Margaret: Which is the entire purpose of being one. Or so I'm told. Moira: I'm Irish! Margaret: That's wonderful, Moira.
Katherine: Well. Hard act to follow!	Katherine: Well well well. Tough act to follow!
Adela: That's right! I am moving up the social ladder.	Adela: That's right! It feels good to move up a rank.
Angela: I am the prior.	Angela: I am the Prioress.
Adela: How would one sneakily attack a duck? Eustace: Very easily, probably. They are ducks. Katherine: But you don’t attack them that way.	Adela: How would one sneakily attack a duck? Eustace: Very easily, probably. They are ducks. Katherine: But you don’t attack them that way.
Eustace: Again, I feel like you are all severely overestimating the power of a single duck and underestimating me, a fully grown human person.	Eustace: Again, I feel like you are all severely overestimating the power of a single duck and underestimating me, a fully grown woman.
Adela: EVERY duck!? Flora: Come on.	Adela: EVERY duck!? Adela: In the world? Flora: Come on.
Darcy: okay now i’m thinking about you killing a lot of ducks and it’s making me really sad because i’m imagining you killing all the ducks i’m looking after with spin kicks and punches and i love those ducks and i hate this conversation now	Darcy: okay now i’m thinking about you killing a lot of ducks and it’s making me really sad because i’m imagining you killing all the ducks i’m looking after with huge kicks and punches and i love those ducks and i hate this conversation now
Flora: See, she’s backpedaling.	Flora: She’s trying to get out of it.
I could see Angela raising one of her eyebrows out of the corner of my eye. Eustace: What’s it like? Being outside of the cell? Hedwig: Well, it… this is very nice. Moira: I’m so glad to hear that! Katherine: She had some trouble with the stairs, but got the hang of them quickly. Eustace: I imagine you’d probably have some trouble with stairs if you’d been locked in a little room for that long. Katherine: Yes, we’re locked in a much bigger room, aren’t we? With each other for company. Marta: ‘Locked’ is a strong word, dear.	I could see Angela raising one of her eyebrows out of the corner of my eye. Katherine: Anyway, Hedwig is adapting wonderfully. Katherine: She had some trouble with the stairs, but got the hang of them quickly. Eustace: I imagine you’d probably have some trouble with stairs if you’d been locked in a little room for that long. Katherine: Yes, whereas we’re all locked in a big room, aren’t we? With each other for company. Marta: ‘Locked’ is a strong word, Katherine.
Katherine: Metaphor! That’s a big word! As expected, however, from our resident librarian-cum-duck-slaughterer.	Katherine: Metaphor! That’s a big word! Katherine: As expected, however, from our resident librarian-cum-butcher.
Moira: What does hypothetical mean, Eustace?	Moira: What does hypothetical mean, Eustace?
A loud “weyyy!!!” went up around the table.	A loud jeer went up around the table.
Flora: Bad timing, I think. Marta: She's very torn up.	Flora: Bad timing, I think. Marta: She's doing her best, but… Marta: She's quite torn up.
When it was Angela's turn to be offered some, however, she pushed her chair backand stood up from the table, jolting the entire thing forward and causing everyone's plates to wobble.	When it was Angela's turn to be offered some, she pushed her chair back and stood up, jolting the entire table forward and causing everyone's plates to wobble.
With a glare that seemed to pass through every pair of eyes in the room, Angela stalked out of the rectory hall. Katherine: Something tells me she won’t be coming back with pudding.	With a glare that seemed to lock with every pair of eyes in the room, Angela stalked out of the rectory hall. Katherine: I doubt she'll be coming back with pudding.

4-2 (Superior's Office)#

Superior: Good. Good.
Superior: Any leads yet?

Superior: Good. Good.
Superior: How has your morning fared? Setting aside your little fainting spell.
I rummaged around in recent memory for a reassuring anecdote.
Hedwig: Oh, it has been… an interesting experience!
Hedwig: I managed to run straight into Sister Angela on the way into the chapel.
Hedwig: And Sister Katherine introduced me to Sister Margaret…
Superior: Ah-hah.
Superior: Those two.
Superior: …Try not to let them rope you into any schemes.
Hedwig: They… No, no, of course.
Superior: They are both incredibly adept at sneaking around.
Superior: Both of them have managed to scare me witless with their creeping.
Hedwig: I am relieved that I'm not alone, then.
Superior: Indeed.
Superior: Do you have any leads yet?

Hedwig: ...no.
Superior: That’s a pity.

Hedwig: …No.
Superior: That is a pity.

In the demo, when the Superior describes the state of Catherine's body, a CG depicting the scene (cephalo1080p) is displayed; in the final game this CG isn't present and Catherine's appearance is conspicuously never shown on-screen.

Demo	Final
Superior: She was found in the cloister. She was laying on her back, with a sword plunged into the earth just above her.	Superior: Sister Catherine was found in the cloister on the first morning of November. Superior: She was laying on her back, with a sword plunged into the earth just above her. Superior: Her head had been cut off, and arranged in her hands. Superior: It was… ghoulish.
Hedwig: Rather grim…. a bloodied sword feels like an awful way to remember someone.	Hedwig: Rather grim… A bloodied sword feels like an awful way to remember someone.
Superior: That aside, the blade is actually clean. Hedwig: It is? Superior: Yes. When we found the stableboy hiding in the yard, his shirt was covered in blood, as if he’d hastily wiped it down before attempting to flee. Hedwig: Who found the body? Superior: Catherine was discovered by Sister Charity on one of her morning walks. The round woman you saw at lunch. Hedwig: Don’t call someone round!!	Superior: That said, the blade is actually clean. It was clean even when we found it. Hedwig: It was? Superior: Yes. Angela found the stableboy hiding in the yard without a speck of blood on him, but Sister Darcy discovered his cloak elsewhere. Superior: It was quite tarnished, and Angela surmised that he’d used it to wipe down the blade before attempting to flee. Superior: A sound theory at the time… I have my doubts now, though. Hedwig: Who found the body? Superior: Sister Charity, on one of her morning walks. The round woman you met at lunch. Hedwig: Don’t call someone round!
Superior: I am your Abbess. You are under my wing, and you do as I say.	Superior: I am your Abbess. You are my charge, and you will do as I say.
Hedwig: I am neither ant nor sluggard, Abbess. I will respect your wishes as my Superior, but I am not a soldier to be commanded without remark.	Hedwig: I am neither ant nor sluggard, Abbess. I will respect your wishes as my Superior, but I am not a soldier awaiting commands.
I could feel myself becoming smaller. Meeker again.	I could feel myself becoming smaller. Meeker again. Deflating like an empty waterskin.
Hedwig: Why didn’t you tell me that? My cell wasn’t far away. You know how to use stairs. Superior: The bishop forbade it.	Hedwig: Why didn’t you tell me that? My cell wasn’t far away. You knew how to use stairs. Superior: The Bishop forbade it.
Superior: Nonetheless, we are here, and we serve the people of Kelbarrow and their needs.	Superior: Nonetheless, we are here, and we serve the people of Linbarrow and their needs.

5-1 (Asking Around)#

This is another chapter with a titlecard change between the demo and final, this time from soulbody to babylon; notably, the former image goes entirely unused in the final game because of this.

Demo	Final
The already blurry picture I had of Catherine in my mind was losing even more focus. I needed to find a way to hold onto it. Hedwig: I… I should start asking the others about Catherine.	The already foggy picture I had of Catherine in my mind was losing definition. Hedwig: I… I suppose I could start by just asking the others about Catherine.
Hedwig: Of course. The Superior let out a heavy sigh, and brought a hand to her temple. It was as if she’d aged five years over the course of this conversation. Superior: I don’t understand. I can’t even begin to understand. Hedwig: How do you think I feel?	Hedwig: Of course. Hedwig: I… Hedwig: I just don't understand. Hedwig: Why would Catherine withhold my letters? The Superior let out a heavy sigh, and brought a hand to her temple. She looked as if she’d aged five years over the course of this conversation. Superior: I don't know. Superior: The more I hear, the less I understand. Hedwig: That's exactly how I feel.

The CG special_pigeons isn't yet included in this chapter in the demo, despite the image itself being present in the demo's files.

Demo	Final
Some parts of this place just looked… Older. Squarer. Less filled-out.	Some parts of this place just looked… Older. Squared off. Less detailed.
Some parts of the abbey felt like they had been built like Old Testament writing. Functional. Blunt. Constructed out of the bare necessities to make their point immediately. In the story of Elisha story I was chatting with you about earlier, The distance between the bears tearing those children apart and Elisha arriving in Bethel is two lines or so.	Some parts of the abbey felt like they had been built the way the Old Testament had been translated. Functional. Blunt. Constructed out of the bare necessities to make their point immediately. In the story of Elisha I was relaying earlier, The distance between the bears tearing those children apart and Elisha arriving in Bethel is two lines or so.
I’m just trying to illustrate how my mind was piecing my new world together after being locked in a room for years and years.	I’m trying to illustrate how my mind was piecing my new world together, after being locked in a room for years and years.
Adela: Flora!! Adela: Now you are just disrespecting the game.	Adela: Flora! Adela: Now you are just disrespecting the game.
Flora: Maybe this is a good environment for wine storage. Good for... tannins, or whatever.	Flora: Maybe this is a good environment for wine storage. Good for… bringing out the flavor, or whatever.

5-2 (The Garden)#

Demo	Final
Margaret: That's good. Lots of nooks and crannies to explore around here.	Margaret: That's a good way to pass the time. Lots of nooks and crannies to explore around here.
Darcy: Rows of bookshelves. Darcy: Rows and rows of bookshelves. Darcy: Rows and rows and rows of bookshelves.	Darcy: Rows of bookshelves. Darcy: Rows and rows of bookshelves. Darcy: Rows and rows and rows of bookshelves.
Darcy: Flames! The words are flames, and they hurt the reader so. Darcy: But the reader pays no mind; The reader MUST read, and read she does. Darcy: Until her eyes are burned. Until they are burned beyond burned. Until they are burned away. Darcy: This is the purpose of the reader's reading. Eustace: Alright. Keep going. Stay with me, Darce. Hedwig: How can you be so calm about this?! Eustace: She’s had this one before. Darcy: We ask, until we are given an answer we do not want! Darcy: Explore, until we find something we do not find beautiful! Darcy: But the reader asks and explores and digs. Darcy: The reader hurts herself. Darcy: The reader knows there is salvation on the other side of the obstacles we turn away from.	Darcy: Ink lashes like flame! And they hurt the reader so. Darcy: But the reader pays no mind; Readers read, and read the reader does. Darcy: Until the reader's eyes are burned. Until every page is turned. Darcy: Readers read, and read the reader does! Eustace: Yes. Eustace: Keep going. Stay with me, Darce. Hedwig: How can you be so calm about this?! Eustace: …She’s had this one before. Darcy: Readers read and others ask. We ask readers what they read. Darcy: What if they've read what we need? Darcy: Reading makes one wise indeed. Darcy: Readers read and others ask. Even if the flames do lash.
Darcy: uhhh a long time Eustace: We really need to be going. Darcy: yeah i need to go sit down for a bit after having one of my vision tinctures or everyone says i stay too weird. Darcy: bye i’ll talk to you when i’m less weird	Darcy: for a long time Eustace: We really need to be going. Darcy: yeah i need to go sit down for a bit after having one of my vision tinctures or everyone says i stay too odd. Darcy: so bye i’ll talk to you when i’m less odd
It was a little humbling.	It was a little humbling. Then again. If Margery Kempe could be so gifted, why couldn't Darcy?
Hedwig: Oh no, don’t worry, I read Hildegard. Eustace: I suppose that makes sense. Hedwig: An expert with plants and a real visionary... Darcy’s like Hildegard in several ways. Eustace: That’s right. Hedwig: Is she alright, after all that…?	Hedwig: Oh no, don’t worry. Hedwig: I've read Hildegard. Eustace: That makes sense. Hedwig: An expert with plants and a real visionary… Darcy’s like her in several ways. Eustace: That’s right. Hedwig: Is she… doing well, after all that…?
Angela: Has it been fun? Being paraded around like a princess the royal family is desperate to marry off? Hedwig: I… Angela: Spare me.	Angela: Has it been fun? Being paraded around like a daughter the duke is desperate to marry off? Hedwig: I… Angela: Spare me.
Hedwig: Y-you think I'm to become the next Superior? Angela: Why else would you have been let free from your cell?	Hedwig: Y-you think I'm to become the next Superior? Hedwig: I'm not even c-close to the most senior sister here… Angela: As if tradition matters here. Angela: Why else would you have been let free from your cell?
Angela: Hence why she's set a little mouse loose in the kitchens to lead the cooks.	Angela: Hence why she's set a mouse loose in the kitchen.
Angela: It was brutal, random, and salacious... like most crimes are. Hedwig: I... can't believe that. Angela: You never met her. Why do you care? Hedwig: It's... my job to care.	Angela: It was brutal, random, and obscene… like most crimes are. Hedwig: I… cannot believe that. Angela: You never met her. Why do you care? Hedwig: It is… my job to care.

6-1 (Fire Goat)#

Demo	Final
Superior: Are you mad? I will send for you when I am prepared to talk.	Superior: Are you quite mad? I will send for you when I am prepared to talk.
Hedwig: Someone’s taken the sword!! The Superior frowned.	Hedwig: Someone’s taken the sword! The Superior furrowed her brow.
Superior: I told our Sacrist to take care of it not long after you left.	Superior: I told our sacrist to take care of it not long after you left.
Superior: How did your first day go?	Superior: How did your first day go?
At the top of the stairs, I could see Eustace and Adela walking through the halls holding torches and lighting the sconces on the walls near the entrance to the dorms, the library, and the misericorde.	At the top of the stairs, I could see Eustace and Adela walking through the halls holding torches and lighting the sconces on the walls near the entrance to the dorms, the library, and the misericord.
I nodded, and continued towards the dorms.	I nodded absent-mindedly, and continued towards the dorms.
‘Medea’ Transcribed proudly by Catherine II of Grasmere Tor Abbey For the enigmatic and enchanting woman in the wall	‘Medea’ Transcribed proudly by Catherine II of Grasmere Tor Abbey For the enigmatic woman in the wall

Notably, the CG depicting the Medea title page (medea2) still uses the demo's phrasing even in the final game, creating a discrepancy between the text and visuals.

Demo	Final
The misericorde?	The misericord?
I was confused, and a little hurt. I vaguely knew about the concept of the misericorde from some of my reading;	I was confused, and a little hurt. I vaguely knew about the concept of the misericord from some of my reading;

Credits#

The demo's credits sequence contains text written at a very small size (5, compared to the regular text's size 42) and in pure black, rendering it illegible and nearly unnoticeable in-game. When extracted from the script files, this text turns out to be an excerpt from the Wycliffe Bible, specifically Matthew 5:24-37:

leeue there thi yifte bifor the auter, and go first to be recounselid to thi brothir, and thanne thou schalt come, and schalt offre thi yifte.
Be thou consentynge to thin aduersarie soone, while thou art in the weie with hym, lest perauenture thin aduersarie take thee to the domesman, and the domesman take thee to the mynystre, and thou be sent in to prisoun.
Treuli Y seie to thee, thou shalt not go out fro thennus, til thou yelde the last ferthing.
Ye han herd that it was seid to elde men, Thou schalt `do no letcherie.
But Y seie to you, that euery man that seeth a womman for to coueite hir, hath now do letcherie bi hir in his herte.
That if thi riyt iye sclaundre thee, pulle hym out, and caste fro thee; for it spedith to thee, that oon of thi membris perische, than that al thi bodi go in to helle.
And if thi riyt hond sclaundre thee, kitte hym aweye, and caste fro thee; for it spedith to thee that oon of thi membris perische, than that al thi bodi go in to helle.
And it hath be seyd, Who euere leeueth his wijf, yyue he to hir a libel of forsakyng.
But Y seie to you, that euery man that leeueth his wijf, outtakun cause of fornycacioun, makith hir to do letcherie, and he that weddith the forsakun wijf, doith auowtrye.
Eftsoone ye han herd, that it was seid to elde men, Thou schalt not forswere, but thou schalt yelde thin othis to the Lord.
But Y seie to you, that ye swere not `for ony thing; nethir bi heuene, for it is the trone of God;
nether bi the erthe, for it is the stole of his feet; nether bi Jerusalem, for it is the citee of a greet kyng; nether thou shalt not swere bi thin heed,
for thou maist not make oon heere white, ne blacke; but be youre word, Yhe, yhe; Nay, nay; and that that is more than these, is of yuel.