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She is either well rehearsed or uncaring.

Out-stared. A small tactical victory.

Not all can bear the approach.

Afraid to carry any more of your words upon itself.

This is not a short term solution...

You'd say 'eerie'. An eerie moment.

He can't face them again. A part of him still believes he let them down.

Maybe breathing is slow-acting poison that takes eight decades to kill. Death's contingency when he can't get a clean shot at you.

You've done it before. You could do it again. Couldn't you?

The toys always seem to die horribly.

A shocking demotion. Rung number one on the ladder of being.

What does midnight alone feel like down here?

You'd take a week of the Weeping Eye fiddling with you over five years down here.

After a certain point the logic of betrayal becomes its own motive.

The size of a small cat's coffin.

He keeps mentioning this 'M.I.H.O.' thing... ominous.

He keeps mentioning this 'M.I.H.O.' thing... ominous.

The cold flat of dread's knife presses against your heart.

Surely there's a lift to get out of this silo. Not the stairs every time... Surely...

... Have they? Is that the endgame?

He's weighing it up against his current living situation.

You are pre-entombed.

Reason through this. There will be some logic, underneath it all.

Of them all, he was the one you least expected to ever see again.

You're going to snap them right off.

The danger isn't over for him. He's still waiting to see what you'll do.

Like you, the eternal stranger. All safehouses, no home.

You can practically feel the gaffer up in the rigging, guiding the spotlight along your path.

At the base of your skull, a tickle in your brainstem.

A knot of tension forms between your eyes. Once again you're a step behind.

Ghosts, gathered.

This might be exactly what you need. Take the edge off the world, relax...

His voice, the tonality. Like a shadow creeping up the wall of a memory.

Thud thud thud. The secret police of your heart are kicking down doors again.

He's going to hurt you. He's going to hurt you for a long time.

With every further second you stay talking to him you only risk further exposure.

A genius of pain.

A natural intensity of gaze. The eyes that weigh you up do so coldly, openly, and with genuine curiosity.

This is him. You are talking to the man who tortured your asset with his own hands and ruined her mind.

A natural intensity of gaze. The eyes that weigh you up do so coldly, openly, and with genuine curiosity.

You've never seen the man before either, but the horripilation up your neck tells you exactly who he is.

Uh oh. An unknown quantity. You don't care for those.

Take a breath. There's no reason the Luzians would be down here.

Much louder than you were expecting.

Remain calm. Stay on target.

Remember -- you tower above all of this.

What have you done, Hershel?

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