Speaker
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Dialogue
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Location: Ice Castle Where Neighbors Lie
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Before us stood a monumental castle of ice, and frozen pillars that seemed unbreakable.
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And there stood a person…
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A man with hyaline hair, clear as ice, waiting for us.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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I came here often whenever I felt the need to clear my thoughts, even though there’s no rocking chairs or whisky you like…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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The chill dominating this place pierces even the thickest coat. It helps me restore a lucid mind.
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While the rest of us were frozen stiff, stuck watching, Rodya made a slow step forward to face him.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Didn’t expect you to be here first.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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My men and I knew of a shortcut leading here.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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It was something we learned through the local ruffians, all in search of the whereabouts of a buried, great power, waiting to be used for the greater good.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Alas, this… area surrounding the Golden Bough was as far as we could go; we didn’t see any way to get closer.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Thought you’d never leave District 25, but seeing you now—resorting to the tactics gangsters would use—maybe you should’ve stayed a country boy.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Sonya, your lackeys have been taking from shopkeeps who weren’t even rich to begin with.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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…Did you know, Rodya? This was little more than a somewhat eccentric hollow with frosty walls.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Yet look at this. Now there’s a giant castle and thick columns of ice.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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This change happened the instant you walked in.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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…You sound like you figured this would happen on my arrival. How’d you know?
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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I have many sources… But that’s none of your business, Rodya.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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What makes you so sure that I made this happen in the first place? I’m not some kinda Backstreets witch or anything.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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It’s not hard at all to figure out. Observing those faces encased in ice says enough.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Take a peek. They’re ones you loved yet looked down on, are they not?
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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Two-fifty thousand Ahn.
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District 25
Resident
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That’s all it’s worth? It’s not possible…
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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You said precisely why, though? Its age is showing in all the scratches and lack of polish.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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To be frank, others wouldn’t pay any more than two hundred thousand for this.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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And the rest… All worthless garbage.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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That makes the taxes you owe four hundred thousand Ahn in total.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Why do the poor only grow poorer the harder they work?
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Sinner #9 RODION
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It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? While stacks of cash piled up in the pawnbroker’s vault…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Our neighborhood was being wrung dry, heirlooms weighed for what little monetary value they had.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Sonya rallied people, delivering speeches using big words.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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They organized a group under the name of the ‘Yurodiviye’.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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It went okay at first. Even the thickest folks were inspired by Sonya’s words to help the impoverished in the Backstreets.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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But, Sonya still had a dissatisfied expression.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Ultimately, the Yurodiviye warped into an organization that cared more for debating about how best to change the streets and the Nest, rather than going out to help those in need.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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That’s why I left them.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Being an armchair revolutionary wasn’t going to feed our starving neighbors!
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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But I told you time and time again, Rodya. That we must wait for the right moment.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Sonya, I’m sorry, but that “moment” you kept talking about…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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It didn’t come when the Yurodiviye’s youngest… when little Ivan had to sate his hunger with food from the garbage.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Nor did it arrive after he suffocated to death.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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To achieve a monumental task, well-thought policies and a great power to carry them are required. All to make the redistribution of wealth happen.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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And in the process of moving towards progress, such minor troubles on a personal level are inevitable.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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That’s minor to you? The whole thing was personal, we started this to help others.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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What you and the Yurodiviye were doing wasn’t what I’d hoped for.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Is that why you decided to take matters into your own hands?
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Absolutely. What our town needed…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Wasn’t an empty promise telling people to sit on their hands for who knows when.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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But someone who wouldn’t hesitate to pick up the axe.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I bet most of my neighbors had been starving for four nights straight that day.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Yet the biting wind kept hounding without mercy, clawing at the chapped skin of the famished peasants.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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And I happened to know whose safe kept more than enough money to treat my neighbors to a feast for days and still be just as full.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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So, what did you do?
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Sinner #9 RODION
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…Gimme a sec. Can’t I pull out of this now?
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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This is a confessional created for you as a result of the Golden Bough resonating with your psyche.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Moreover, a confessional’s purpose is to lead a sinner to the path of penance.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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... ....... ... .... ....... .. ....
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Sinner #9 RODION
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If only that old woman had changed her mind before it came to an end…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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But Rodya…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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You must have known that a terminal leech upon her neighbors would never turn over a new leaf.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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You know she wasn’t the kind of person who’d give up that life to turn into a generous philanthropist.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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You wouldn’t have knocked on her door with an axe in hand otherwise.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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Poor Rodion, dear, you seem to be under the delusion that you’re some sort of savior…
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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Demanding my money so brazenly to my face won’t change anything.
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District 25
Wicked Tax Collector
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You vermin are no different from the paupers in the Backstreets.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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That’s right.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I’m the one who put an axe through her head.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Like cutting open the belly of the goose that laid golden eggs, I chopped that hag’s skull.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I mean, someone had to do it. Am I wrong?
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Unlike the foolish cottager in the fable who gave in to greed and lost out on becoming richer…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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We were overcome with hunger and misery, and could have gladly eaten out her brains.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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And her “belly” was full of golden eggs, unlike that of the goose.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Yes, the old lady you killed was a tax collector wielding considerable authority in District 25.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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But what gave her so much power… was her sibling’s status as a member of the Middle.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I… struck her down to save my dying neighbors. Is that so wrong?
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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No, you held that axe for your own good.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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You couldn’t stand the fact that you weren’t anyone special.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Did you know? The Middle… never lets anyone who touches their family go unpunished.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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They aren’t too interested in finding *who* exactly did it; rather, they like to demonstrate clearly *what* happens to the poor fools that dare disturb them.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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The Backstreets residents who’d tasted the joy of quality meat for the first time in their lives soon made towering cadaverous pillars out on the roads.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Not much different from the car pagodas outside the casino.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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I’m well aware of how much pain and guilt you’ve been burdened with ever since then.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Living with the realization that you really weren’t so different from the foolish cottager after all.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Since that day… Nothing I held truly felt like it was mine.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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All because of me…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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It’s all fine, Rodya.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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For you see, Rodya.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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To change the world, I perused hundreds of books and thousands of documents…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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And I met various people all around the City.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Picturing a world where the oppressed can escape from the exploitative dominion of the ruling class and find liberation in the truest sense.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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To make that world a reality.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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However, the answer didn’t lie in changing what was already there. Once a page of history is written, there’s no way to go back and revise it.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Look. This is the world we can reach.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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A world… that can be created using the Golden Bough with which you resonated.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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May there be no one upon this earth suffering from starvation.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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May every individual enjoy the right to pursue psychological and intellectual delights.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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…Join hands with me, and I’ll give you that world as a gift.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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As if nothing up to this point had ever happened at all.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Ah.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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A feeling nobody else would understand.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Even a glimpse of that world felt so dreamlike.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I wanted to etch that mesmerizing instant into my memory.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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If this was a dream, I’d even wish I was part of it so that I would never have to leave it.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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And yet…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Sorry, I’m still turning down your offer.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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How to put it…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I don’t wanna bathe in warmth just yet. I feel like I oughta be in this cold a bit longer.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Think I’ll stay this way until I find my answer to the question of when it’ll be okay to warm myself.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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And also, Sonya…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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You knew my temper would get the best of me and get me to kill her, didn’t you?
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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……
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Rodya, this will probably elude you, but you don’t have the mark.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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I came here hoping to see you possess it, but I’m seeing it on a few of your friends instead.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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The mark? What do you…
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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Besides, you can’t see the mark, either. In other words… you don’t have what it takes to be a leader.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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But I’m different. So, to make a better world—
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Sinner #9 RODION
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Yepper, I think I ‘member hearing you say something like that while sat at a desk buried in books.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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…That’s why I can’t join you.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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I still believe that it’s not big words behind closed doors that feed your neighbors.
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Sinner #9 RODION
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And as I’m sure you’ve learned by now…
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Sinner #9 RODION
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There’s no way a rowdy rascal like me would fit under some dweeb’s leadership, right? Hahah!
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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……
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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The Golden Bough awaits inside the castle, Rodya.
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Yurodivy
Sonya
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I hope you’ll be able to find what you seek.
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We walked past Sonya, and then made our way into the icy castle he indicated.
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