When Jhin In Attacking

>> You will be poetry.
>>> You will be beautiful.
>>> Watch my puppets dance.
>>> This is your curtain call.
>>> Your life had no value before me.
>>> I feel inspired.
>>> Art is worth the pain.
>>> Beauty is pain.
>>> I will make you famous.
>>> You will perform.
>>> This is my love.
>>> Each bullet is a song.
>>> Each bullet will be a dance.
>>> How can we make this fresh?
>>> Fabulous.
>>> Smiles, everyone, smiles!
>>> Places, please!
>>> Delightful!
>>> Alright!
>>> Wonderful.
>>> The composition needs something.
>>> Sublime.
>>> Transcendent.
>>> Divine.
>>> Darling.
>>> Precious.
>>> Symmetry is so boring.
>>> I’ve outdone myself this time.
>>> When they find you, they will cry.
>>> I will touch your heart.
>>> They’re gonna live, until they die.
>>> This is my calling.
>>> Places everyone, places!
>>> Shall we dance?
>>> Sing for me!
>>> I rehearsed this!
>>> There is no drama in a peaceful death!
>>> Dance for me.
>>> Right. On. Cue.
>>> Inspired.
>>> The show never ends!
>>> How lovely!
>>> Center stage!
>>> I couldn’t miss your performance.\

 

When Jhin On The Movement

>>> Our performance begins.
>>> The stage is set.
>>> I suppose I must make do with this tawdry setting.
>>> This stage is beneath my talent, but I shall elevate it.
>>> I will bring them an opera of death.
>>> And now, the curtain rises.
>>> The work is what matters
>>> Art requires a certain cruelty.
>>> The end is important in all things.
>>> My audience awaits.
>>> I must wait until the composition is perfect.
>>> They’re puppets. I pull their strings, and then they dance.”
>>> My genius will be understood – eventually.
>>> Art must exist beyond reason.”
>>> They call me mad. All artists are mad.”
>>> I will not suffer this ugliness.
>>> I cannot be good. I must be perfection.
>>> Every element must be in place.

>>> I’m misunderstood. Beauty can’t be evil.
>>> This performance needs more… zazz.
>>> It’s so difficult to work under these conditions.
>>> My talent justifies all actions.
>>> I am at my best only during the performance.
>>> I am pure. My work is pure.
>>> My theater is the mind.
>>> Art should terrify.
>>> No poet’s words could match my craft.
>>> Death should never be quick. It should be an opera.
>>> I shall choreograph this affair.
>>> What sweet sadness is killing?
>>> The world is cruel. It does not have to be ugly.
>>> Everyone wears a mask. I just chose to create my own.
>>> This art is a compulsion. I cannot resist it.
>>> Perfection isn’t good enough.
>>> Behind every mask… is another mask.
>>> There is nothing for me but this.
>>> I never hurt anyone. It is the performance that kills.
>>> Until they stop me, I will keep going.
>>> I am the singer without a voice. The dancer without legs.
>>> Only to the audience do I show my true face.
>>> Each bullet is a piece of my soul. Each shot is a piece of me.
>>> I swear each performance is the last, but I lie every time.
>>> I am a slave to this passion.
>>> My work asks questions, it never has answers.
>>> Which is the lie? The mask, or my face?
>>> An icon doesn’t have to explain himself.
>>> I wonder what they think when they see me.
>>> Yes, the gun is ironic.
>>> I like a violent composition.
>>> This would be easier if blood came in more colours.
>>> Let’s start the show.
>>> The ecstasy of opening night.
>>> Smiles and screams, I bring both.
>>> If I keep getting interrupted, how can I be expected to work?
>>> I was paid to put on a killer show.
>>> My clients expect the best.
>>> They will dance, they will sing, they will die!
>>> A costume, some makeup, a spray of blood.
>>> It’s very simple – when I shoot, they dance.
>>> My critics are… usually short-lived.
>>> If I get this outfit dirty, I’m going to be so annoyed.
>>> I serve a discerning clientele.
>>> Death is certain, but killing doesn’t have to be ugly.
>>> I provide catharsis for my clients, and my victims.
>>> I… orchestrate death.
>>> I get nervous before every performance, but I need that feeling.
>>> The moment before the shot… is painful.
>>> It is only when the gun fires that I am alive.
>>> Mmm… the ecstasy of killing.
>>> The trigger on a loaded weapon… it whispers for us to act.
>>> I can’t live without the euphoria of performance.
>>> Happiness… is a warm gun.
>>> I want to feel everything. The gun makes it so I do.
>>> I envy silence… because I must be loud.

When Jhin Makes a Joke

>> Only perfectio-gah!
>>> Only perfection is acceptable.

When Jhin Gets Taunt

>>> You lack imagination.
>>> I have elaborate plans for you.
>>> Killing you will be one of my finest works.
>>> You are mediocrity. My genius will supplant you.
>>> Only my actions will make you memorable.
>>> It hurts so good…