Shopkeeper: You think I want change? The last thing I need is a Morgenstern using that sword and ripping open the portals of hell.
Jonathan: So, you won’t help me? Okay, I guess if I won’t have your loyalty, I’ll have your fear.
[Jonathan’s eyes change to black]
Jonathan: Where is the sword?
Shopkeeper: Gone. I already sold it.
Jonathan: To who?
Shopkeeper: To “whom”?
[Jonathan slices his throat]
Jonathan: Guess I’ll have to find it out on my own.