龙腾世纪:审判 科尔（Cole）全队友聊天翻译中英对照及录音

　　Dorian: Did you enjoy the Winter Palace, Cole?

　　Cole: There were so many wonderful hats!

　　Dorian: Did you try dancing? Or did you skulk around invisibly?

　　Cole: Dancing is hard. You have to listen with your feet as well as your heart.

　　Dorian: And not poke around in the heads of the other dancers.

　　Cole: There's a lot to do all at once.

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　　(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)

　　Cole: You're happier now, Dorian.

　　Dorian: Is that what that light, tingly feeling is? I suppose you're right.

　　Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and wistful. What if he doesn't want me after?

　　Dorian: But he did.

　　Cole: Now you're smiling! It's good.

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　　Cole: Why did you leave your home, Dorian?

　　Dorian: You know why. I had to stop the Venatori.

　　Cole: It was more...it was the man with your eyes...angry, walking on cobblestones, 'I'm on my own now'

　　Dorian: Digging around in my head again, are you?

　　Cole: You said I could ask questions!

　　Dorian: (sigh) Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!

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　　Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.

　　Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.

　　Dorian: That doesn't always mean what you think it means.

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　　Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian.

　　Dorian: The stuff of dreams, an explosion of color and sensation wrapped in an enigma.

　　Cole: It's shiny.

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　　Cole: Can you feel the bits of Fade around you when you cast spells, Dorian?

　　Cole: They pull around the Veil, pulled with power, then pushed through to see this side.

　　Dorian: So when I cast a fireball, it's just the Fade saying Peek-a-boo?

　　Cole: I don't think it says that.

　　Dorian: If it says anything other than I'm going to burn your face off, I don't want to hear it.

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　　Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes, or-?

　　Cole: They're real. What else would they be?

　　Dorian: I thought maybe you'd conjured them, like your physical form.

　　Cole: Do you conjure yours? Is that why they look like that?

　　Dorian: Never mind, forget I said anything.

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　　Dorian: That little trick, Cole, when you dip into someone's mind and take a drink: do you choose what you're looking for or is it random?

　　Cole: It has to be hurt, or a way to help the hurt. That's what calls me.

　　Cole: Relenus...skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles...He would have said yes.

　　Dorian: I'll thank you not to do that again, please.

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　　Cole: Dorian, am I handsome?

　　Dorian: Are you what?

　　Cole: You say you're handsome all the time. Am I? I can't tell.

　　Dorian: You're all right. Might want to rethink the hats.

　　Cole: But I like my hats.

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　　Cole: Dorian, what's a slave?

　　Dorian: Festus bei um canaverum!

　　Cole: But you said I could ask questions!

　　Dorian: That's true. Just...go ask the Inquisitor this one,.

　　Cole: Dorian, I really wish you would tell me.

　　Dorian: I drew you a diagram. Isn't that enough?

　　Cole: No.

　　Dorian: Good. Because the thought of you trying that frightens me more than a little.

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　　Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?

　　Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck.

　　Dorian: I mean did you put it there?

　　Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.

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　　Dorian: Cole, do you hear magic?

　　Cole: Yes. I do. Don't you?

　　Dorian: Spells sometimes makes a sound but... I don't think we hear the same thing.

　　Cole: Don't your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?

　　Dorian: Not lately.

　　Cole: Then we don't hear the same thing.

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　　Dorian: Cole, you saw Corypheus when he attacked Haven. What was your... read on him?

　　Cole: Fear inside. Blackness like a pool of hate. So much has changed, I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.

　　Dorian: Did he actually walk into the Black City? Is that true?

　　Cole: Betrayal, blurred at the edges, like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.

　　Dorian: I'll... take that as a "maybe."

　　Cole: There were people trying to kill me. That makes it harder.

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　　Dorian: Any progress on protecting yourself from binding, Cole?

　　Cole: Not yet.

　　Dorian: Hop to it! You're quick with those daggers. I'd rather not have them pointed at me.

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