Incinerator Clayton: "The Enkindling is almost upon us, torch. But the Firehawk spoke to me in a dream, and demanded another sacrifice!
Lilith: No, I didn't.
Incinerator Clayton: The burning of her favorite son: the midget known as Matchstick. You must take him to the Soaring Dragon in the Southern Shelf, and incinerate him within the jaws of the great mechanical beast who dwells there.
(As the Vault Hunter opens the outhouse, Matchstick jumps out screaming ...)
Matchstick: I WANT TO SEE THE FLAME! I WANT TO BE WITH THE FIREHAWK!
(Vault Hunter picks up Matchstick ...)
Incinerator Clayton: Matchstick is our most devoted brother -- he's immolated more than a hundred people for the Firehawk, with nothing more than an incendiary pistol and the strength of his belief."
Lilith: A hundred people? Okay, that's impressive. I mean, they were probably just other members of the cult, right? Right?
(Fighting hordes of bandits, Vault Hunter finally makes his way to the large flamethrower perched above the bow of the Soaring Dragon ...)
Lilith: You know, if these guys are really just sitting around burning one another for giggles, maybe we don't have to worry about 'em. That'd be a nice.
(Vault Hunter places Matchstick in the dragon's mouth ...)
Matchstick: SHE IS COMING! THE TIME IS ALMOST AT HAND! WE WILL BE TOGETHER, FIREHAWK! FINALLY, WE'LL BE TOGETHER!"
Lilith: Get to the incinerator console and... give him what he wants, I guess.
(Vault Hunter pulls the lever engulfing Matchstick with blazing inferno ...)
Matchstick: I FEEL YOUR EMBRACE, FIREHAWK! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lilith: That was kinda weird.
(Vault Hunter returns to Incinerator Clayton ...)
Incinerator Clayton: Thank you, torch. We shall join Matchstick soon. The Enkindling approaches.
Lilith: The what now?