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Your shoulder singes. Blood drips a steady rhythm on your foot.

Engage functional invisibility and waltz right out in front of his eyes.

A single word to end this now. Worth a shot.

Oh shit, you're going to be -- hahahaha -- so fucked when you tell her about killing the Lich. Hahaha!

Oh shit, you're going to be -- hahahaha -- so fucked when you tell her about killing the Lich. Hahaha!

Oh shit, you're going to be -- hahaha -- so fucked when you tell her about killing the Lich. Hahaha!

You'll have to reclaim it if you choose that route.

Waiting for you to drop the flag.

You have a minute, maybe less.

Give away nothing. Wait until you see the first spark reflected in their eyes.

Anything vital and he'll be dead in minutes.

Anything vital and she'll be dead in minutes.

Softer than you thought in there.

Another volley like that and one of you is going down.

You were ready for this -- he wasn't. You'll win.

The photograph of you and your Crew flashes against your mind.

You're seconds away from getting shot.

Doesn't hurt enough yet. Deeper.

The kind of laugh that compels others to politely avert their gaze.

To your left and right, his goons avert their eyes.

KALEIDOSCOPE is still unknown to him. Good, good.

Yana is still unknown to him. Good, good.

Your guts slide a couple of inches downwards.

Now. Stop circling each other. Commit.

End of the line. The PSEUDOPOD terminus. He bounced off this man and landed somewhere in oblivion.

He's going to make you say it out loud.

And from the other side, only silence.

It won't always be like this. Eventually, you'll learn to dissociate better.

Six zones? Are you dying? You might be dying.

No need to be childish.

She's trying to seem detached, but she's clearly disturbed.

It takes all his strength to negate what the model train is doing to him, but it has already had its effect. Pliancy increased tenfold.

He practically clings to it, like a shipwreck-survivor holding onto a piece of driftwood.

Unshakeable. He will never budge on this.

It's catching. And you're halfway there.

You've hit your limit when it comes to encounters with the human condition.

Plastic eyes teeming in the dark.

Tyrant Wolf. This paled woman will offer little resistance -- you could rip it out of her hands this moment.

It's a flesh wound. But still, ow!

That was not a rhetorical question and she's ready to be very angry at the wrong answer.

The man in Foto 24. Were the Weeping Eye that close to you already?

Good chance to ask her some questions about your former double... and his discontents.

All sense of humour is gone. All he wants is to go chasing after those meds.

In your gut you already know what's coming.

Everyone but you.

Excrutiatingly. Robotically.

The suicide clock ticks one stroke closer to midnight.

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