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Necro-techno sorcery. Awesome!

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Totally bloodthirsty.

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A reverse pickpocket... devious, difficult. She can do it.

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There may be one less Luzian to worry about if she succeeds.

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The odds were never in your favour anyway. Trust her to pull this off.

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Something dark has risen within her, eaten all the colour from her soul.

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Septimus and KALEIDOSCOPE, fascinating taste in men. Preliminary analysis: self-destruction.

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She has surpassed him.

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Old joke: what's the difference between a victim and a martyr? You can't remember the punchline, now.

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She titters nervously, wanting it to be a joke.

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Nice save, hell yeah. Gäng parry.

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A bouquet of dead fascists to lighten the burden of being you.

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Hoping for a future in which she has unlocked a state of permanent bravery.

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Blood all over the sofa cushions.

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More excited than nervous.

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ASSET HAS BECOME SELF-AWARE. BEGIN CONTAINMENT. DENY, DEFLECT, DETONATE.

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Fuck no. Save her from this.

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She is principled, skilled, self-sacrificing -- and the worst has already happened to her. Bring her in.

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90, Portofiro. Spring dawn filtered through the windows, promising the year's first clear day. You drew the curtains, turned on the TV. Your task: educate your young asset in the history of martial arts movies.

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Her heart is steadier than yours. Are you underestimating her still?

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What are you doing? Stop. Don't shake her faith in you now.

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Only a half-lie. And look, she's so happy.

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Reno's hands tremble as he shakes kibble into a flowerpot. Tempo doesn't look up.

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CASCADE and KINDRED.

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Only if you like what you made.

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Anything. You can't feel anything.

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Her earnestness stirs a deep terror in you.

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The movement seems involuntary.

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That took great courage for her to say.

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You picture the vivid yellow of her new raincoat splattered with her blood.

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She is all of those things and more.

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Some solid reassurance there for your most fragile asset. Well done.

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This must be KINDRED's idea of 'undercover'.

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She's dressed just like you when you first came to Portofiro.

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No condensation, moisture stains, or signs of dripping. Not the origin point.

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One of the thinner tendrils reflexively lifts as you nudge it.

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This needs a specialist, or at least someone specialist adjacent. A doctor might be a good first bet.

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Curtains twitch at the windows. Inside, stacks of dog-eared dream and memory contaminate each other.

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Damp. Slightly raised. Almost fuzzy, like it's sweating.

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Curtains twitch at the windows. Inside, stacks of dog-eared dream and memory contaminate each other.

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'Eschaton': the day after the end of time -- a final turning of divine machinery.

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At least two different colours and three different consistencies in there. That's not a drug, that's a cocktail.

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The seething -- it overrides any and all underlying emotions.

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This is the closest he's ever got to having respect for his former colleague.

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Squeeze him! Get the man-drama.

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Enabling subconscious links between several participants, all wearing headsets. Very futuristic.

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Smuggling the ethereal objects of the subconscious into the physical world.

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A middle finger to natural law.

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No hint of a smile with that one.