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Dialogue
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Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior
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The mass of maggots falls apart in a hail of silent screams.
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Beyond that, I see a wave of radiant golden light.
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Manager DANTE
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<Is that… the Golden Bough?>
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Just as I begin to approach it, the apple begins to tremble.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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Excuse me… Are you the people from… Limbus Company?
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Manager DANTE
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<Yuri? You’re okay?>
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Even though I had clearly seen it devour her, I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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…When we go back to the bus, can I—Charon how to…?
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Then I saw a glimpse of the pink locks of hair that Rodya took a liking to.
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Yuri’s head stood motionless, facing Gregor. Her face was upright.
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However, the Yuri we knew and accompanied was always hunched over.
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She slouched at all times, as though it were her sole-surviving obligation to carry the wills of her late colleagues.
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Given that, I can warn him with confidence.
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Manager DANTE
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<That isn’t Yuri, Gregor.>
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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…Uh-huh. Yeah, I think you’re right.
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Gregor accepts it calmly.
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He then outstretches his arm, sending it flying toward “Yuri”.
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Yet, it soon stops traveling.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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I didn’t want to die.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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……
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Manager DANTE
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<Cut her down, Gregor.>
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I don’t know if this is the right thing to do as the manager.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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None of us wanted to die.
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But I had to shout at Gregor now to stop him from being ruined.
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Manager DANTE
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<Cut it now!>
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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Gah, aaaaargh!!!
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Reminisced Person
Kind Citizen
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I—I don’t wanna die!
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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This… This is…
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The verminous arm stopped right before reaching the civilian’s throat.
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I pulled against it with all my might, but it wouldn’t budge.
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Reminisced Person
Kind Citizen
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P-Please spare me… I’ll give you all my money.
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Reminisced Person
Security Guard
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Let the woman go! Otherwise, I will stop you by force!
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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My arm… Cut off the arm! Now!
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Reminisced Person
Security Guard
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This is your final warning. Release her now, or…
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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Just do it!
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As the dismembered arm falls to the ground, she slides down the wall, gasping.
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However, peace doesn’t last long—the arm starts regenerating from its twitching stump.
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Reminisced Person
Security Guard
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Are you alright, sir?
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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No, stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!
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The regrown arm rushes forward as if it remembered the pain it suffered mere moments ago.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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……
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???
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You have my utmost respect, Manager Gregor, sir!
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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You really shouldn’t… I didn’t fight in the war because I wanted to…
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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……
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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What else am I supposed to do? Is it so wrong that I survived?
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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Just live on, please… It’s not like we got ourselves into this mess voluntarily.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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……
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Having come to this end, only to be stopped just before your labor bears fruit. How regrettable.
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Well, we’ll take it. Opportunities left unclaimed will only become null and void.
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Yuri’s head fell to the ground.
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It wasn’t Gregor’s doing.
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Grade 8 Fixer
Yuri
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Nhh… Aah…
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Yuri’s mouth opens and lets something out.
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It was a tree branch radiating a bright golden glow.
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Seeking the Bough, were you?
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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You…
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A bit small, isn’t it?
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Hermann
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I’m Hermann. We’ll be seeing each other often. The reason being…
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Hermann
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We—need those Boughs; and you—are capable of finding them.
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Hermann
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You—won’t die; but we—will kill you.
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Hermann nudges Yuri’s head with her foot.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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……
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Hermann
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It won’t be now, though.
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Hermann
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We’ll take good care of the Golden Bough you found.
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Sinner #1 YI SANG
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Gubo… My dear compatriot. Is this the path you chose?
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Gubo
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Indeed it is. Only few remain now.
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Sinner #6 HONG LU
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…It’s been a while, Brother.
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Jia Huan
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Do you know how filthy your clothing smells? If only your family were here to see your state.
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Sinner #12 OUTIS
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Some reunion this has turned into.
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Hermann
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How are you treating your present, my son?
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Hermann
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I didn’t invest in you just to see you in such a mess.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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I never asked for this… Not once…
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Hermann
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You should at least finish unwrapping what I gave you.
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Hermann
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That little arm isn’t all there is to it.
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???
Jia Huan
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Alright now. That’s enough greetings.
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The man who introduced himself as Jia Huan clapped twice.
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Then, everything went dark.
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Like waking from a long nightmare…
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The early dawn greets you.
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After some time passed…
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Location: Aboard Mephistopheles
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Guide
Vergilius
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And I thought this would be an easy enough mission for you.
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Guide
Vergilius
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After allowing the Golden Bough to be taken before your very eyes, you had the gall to walk in with your faces up.
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Guide
Vergilius
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Have I overestimated you?
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Manager DANTE
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<……>
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Guide
Vergilius
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Why don’t you give me an excuse, Ms. Faust."
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Sinner #2 FAUST
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As it turns out, immortality wasn’t the solution to everything.
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Guide
Vergilius
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…Hm.
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Guide
Vergilius
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Anything to say for yourself, Dante?
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Manager DANTE
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<There was another group going after the Golden Bough.>
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Manager DANTE
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<You had to have known this, so why didn’t you warn me?>
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Sinner #2 FAUST
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They’re asking about the other faction that sought the Golden Bough.
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Faust placidly relayed my words to Vergilius.
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Guide
Vergilius
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…Don’t tell me. Are you holding me responsible?
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Guide
Vergilius
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Tell me then, Dante. Why would we bother sending twelve whole combatants to a place with no threats?
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Guide
Vergilius
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After hiring Fixers to guide them, too.
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Manager DANTE
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<That’s…>
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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Enough of that, Manager Bud.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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It’s my fault. If you want someone to blame, I’m right here…
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Guide
Vergilius
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How fascinating.
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Guide
Vergilius
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Built a sense of camaraderie between you already.
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Guide
Vergilius
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Well, I do suppose it’s not too bad to cover up for each other since you’re all in the same bus…
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Guide
Vergilius
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Just know that sticking up for one another doesn’t make up for your incompetence.
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Sinner #2 FAUST
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…We got a call. After Team’s Spec Ops Section 4 has just gone underground for their job.
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Guide
Vergilius
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That sounds about right. Someone has to salvage the E.G.O and Abnormalities left there.
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Guide
Vergilius
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…A real shame that the essence was lost, though.
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Sinner #12 OUTIS
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This is getting excessive.
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Sinner #12 OUTIS
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Failure is a common thing on the battlefield. If an objective wasn’t met, you devise another plan and redeploy.
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Sinner #12 OUTIS
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Are you sure it wasn’t your expectations that were too high for our first mission? I will have you know that our manager’s performance was nothing short of outstanding.
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Guide
Vergilius
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……
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Guide
Vergilius
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I suppose we’ll leave it at that. You’re not entirely wrong.
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Sinner #2 FAUST
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Certainly.
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There seemed to be an uncanny tension between Vergilius and Faust…
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But right now, I had neither the energy nor the willpower left in me to get inquisitive.
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The bus reeked of blood with all the stains and gore on our outfits, yet none of us tried to open the windows.
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And no one had the urge to have a change of clothes.
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All of us just sat in place, dwelling on silence.
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Gregor had the most defeated look of them all, staring out the window…
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Then, he suddenly went to hang something from his pocket near the windshield of the bus.
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Bus Driver
Charon
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Bug Guy. What did you put on Mephi’s head?
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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…A memento.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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Something that belonged to the two.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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I had a sister, just about Yuri’s age.
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Sinner #13 GREGOR
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That’s… all there is.
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I considered giving him a pep talk, but that quickly dissipated.
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Ishmael wore a grieving look, Sinclair was quietly weeping, and Rodya let out a distressed sigh; if they couldn’t offer him any encouragement, what good would I do?
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Guide
Vergilius
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Charon, won’t this get in your way?
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Bus Driver
Charon
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No, Charon’ll be fine.
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Guide
Vergilius
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…Alright, let’s hit the road.
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Bus Driver
Charon
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Vroom-vroom.
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The bus slowly grumbled forward.
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The gas mask hanging by the windshield waved like an ornament.
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