Conor: Galen said when all things were balanced, when all was right, you could hear the power in the land. And it moves through you, gives you clarity. He called it the Roar.
[Conor has been shot with a crossbow]
Fergus: Morven. Traitorous bastard.
Tully: I thought they were our allies!
Fergus: Welcome to politics, lad.
[to Shannon, who has just sucked poison from Conor's wound]
Conor: I owe you my life. I swear they'll never have yours.
Fergus: I don't know how they could have ever mistaken you for a banshee. You're a life-giver.
Longinus: Please. I've lived five lifetimes in hopes of finding salvation and for one terrible sin, I've been cursed forever.
Shannon: You're the Roman centurion who killed his God.
Shannon: You seek the spear that bled him. You pray it will end your life.
Longinus: If I could just know that death was possible, it would ease my burden. Please!
Shannon: You must promise not to harm anyone - none of my friends. I'll know if you lie.
Longinus: You have my word.
Morvern: They're headed for Mount Kilzare.
Morven's Henchman: They say that demons rule up there.
Morvern: They haven't met us yet.
[Shannon returns to her home village where women and their daughters are cursed to be banshees, but the gates are closed against her]
Conor: What is it?
Shannon: They won't let me in.
Shannon: When I saved your life, I broke with custom and now they won't help me... and nothing can help you.