@0    = ~He did it again, didn't he?~
@1    = ~Well, yes. If you are referring to my stolen coin, that is.~
@2    = ~The answer is probably yes, but nevermind.~
@3    = ~Whatever. Leave me be.~
@4    = ~He is so excited by Colours... I wish to apologise for his behaviour.~
@5    = ~Then do me a favour and tell me a story about this place.~
@6    = ~No problem. I have to go. Bye!~
@7    = ~As you wish. Goodbye... I hope my child won't bother you further. Farewell...~
@8    = ~My apologies, but I just don't have time... I am so sorry... Sorry. Farewell...~
@9    = ~Well... I believe I can...~
@10   = ~In times past, there were more Colours than there are today. White, Brown, Scarlet, many other shades... But they began to combine, and new Colours were born. They changed, as our world changes... New combinations have risen, some have gone extinct. I am sure the cycle will repeat itself, and Colours present now will soon die... but it will bring renewal...~
@11   = ~The Garden of that Colour will die, but the cave will not, oh no... The new Colour's manifestation, whatever it may be, will be created by the new Colour. A new place, new emotions, new life...~
@12   = ~I hope you see all of the Colours we presently have. They are so beautiful... Currently, there are ten. More than likely... I will die before a new Colour is born...~
@13   = ~My body will become Gray... and this world will give birth to a new creation in my place. It cannot be changed... it is part of Gray's Nature.~
@14   = ~Now... now I must go. Farewell...~