Rest, rest in peace
In the story that I wrote, you can fly in freedom
Let me cast my final spell
So your light may not know the darkness
May the wonderful golden dream not be soiled
By the sadness of truth
— "Ricordando il pasato" ("Remembering the Past"), Umineko: When They Cry
Vidal: Tell my son... Tell him what time his father died. Tell him that Ió"
Merecedes: No, he won't even know your name (shoots him).