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Oh...

(Amiya, don't. Say no more.)

What, do you know?

If my daughter, was not, terminal... Killing you, would be easy, for her. Like slicing wheat, with a sickle.

What you, endured, I do not care.

It means, nothing. It proves, nothing.

Talulah has set the core city on a collision course for Lungmen!

And is she, declaring it, Ursus territory?

How did you know?!;......;Seems like we can skip that part.

Patriot... how... then why...?

The puppetmaster, has many tools. Puppetmasters, think alike.

But I cannot, let you through. Reunion, cannot destroy, itself.

I won't, betray again. Or they, the Infected, the struggle, are for nothing. They die.

Even if, Talulah, has gone mad...

How do I tell, the Infected, their leader, is mad? A traitor?

How do I say, she is wrong now, but once right? How do I say, she, who you follow, must now die?

I won't let, Reunion, become 'Infected, civil war, then nothing.' I will not.

But Reunion won't be able to carry its own weight. And besides, Talulah has been working secretly to destroy Reunion from within.

You are right, Dame Kal'tsit.

And so, you are here.

I prepared, to face, many types of foe.

But I did not, expect, in the end, to fight Infected.

...Is this really what you choose?

Buldrokkas'tee... You don't have to die.

Choose? I have only, one choice.

To kill you.

Patriot, we don't need to throw more lives away! This isn't like it was with Miss FrostNova! No matter who wins, this battle is playing right into the enemy's hands!

Wrong.

Cautus, this, is war.

You want me, to stop. Why, should I stop?

I fought far, too many wars.

As the, Wendigo, of Ursus... barbarians. Flayers, ripped flesh from bone, vicious herds, we cleansed.

Monsters. Twisted, stinking limbs, eyes in the, hundreds. Fingers in, the thousands. We slaughtered.

Warriors. Victoria, with steam armor. Kazimierz, with Silverlance Pegasi. Laterano, with Apostolic, Gun-Knights. All of them, we defeated, utterly.

But we cannot, defeat ourselves. Cannot defeat, the Empire's greed. Cannot defeat, our people's deaths.

We, the Wendigos, are the Sarkaz, closest, to death.

You are stained, with my daughter's death.

In this world, there are fates, worse than death.

Why should I stop? Who dares, test me? My virtue?

They called me, righteous. Should I, accept?

Fate thinks me weak. Do I suffer it? They called me strong. Should I bear it?

Traitor, rebel, butcher, guardian...

All of them, like 'Patriot.' On the battlefield, they are nothing, but scraps.

Rhodes Island...

You killed her. I'll kill you.

It is not, revenge. I have no heart, for vengeance.

My daughter just, gave up the fight.

No!;......;That's not how it is, sir.

If not, then how? She gave her life, and you still live?!

I, will not, give up.

I only know, what I see. I only know, what I hold.

I don't fight you, for my daughter.

...But I loathe fate.

I will fell it, crush it, grind it to dust.

If fate, lets you, make me turn.

I would rather, never turn, back.

...Captain! Are you really going to...?

Anyone who, thinks me, dishonorable. Stand now, challenge me.

But if you, value your life... We part, here.

I don't want, for you, a foolish death. I won many times. I know this, too well.

You can't...

Buldrokkas'tee, don't be stupid, you can live on.

Dame, you too, have tasted loss.

And so, could you, stand by, and watch?

—You—

My blood, no longer, serves her. Yes. My country... is Ursus.

But when she, died. We heard it... that long, long gasp.

So you could feel it...

That was the moment with the pulse containing her Arts spread through the body of every Sarkaz in the world.

It was only an instant. But you felt it. That means your blood... is ancient enough.

So ancient that, I am alone.

I never thought, born in Kazdel, never Infected... Then, an old man, I tasted it, Oripathy.

Is that right?

We all know, Dame. We all know. Things in this world, do not happen, because they are, right.

In fact, most things, are mistakes, again.

My men said, I can fix them. In fact, they are too many. There is no, looking back.

Do you fight, to this day, for what, you lost, Dame?

I think, no.

I think, you lost, and you refuse, to lose more.

My daughter, has passed.

—I fight not, for her death. I fight, for the living, for all Infected, to the end.

Reunion, cannot fail.

Reunion must, liberate. All Infected.

Are you sending messages for him and his men?

What will you say to him?

...You're trying to set up the guerrillas. You're... you're going to turn the Ursus Infected against them, to kill them.

You know they won't raise a hand against the civilians.

Hate is the strongest weapon. It's a killer.

But he won't die.

He's Patriot... he's all the greatest legends summed up in one man. I've seen his armor. I've seen him swing a weapon.

He can't die! He and his people are the strongest fighters in all Reunion!

You want to kill the Infected. You devils never cared about life, but he does!

He's Ursus... he's Sarkaz, and he's Infected! But none of those qualities push him to do wrong!

He's not just Ursus, he's not just Sarkaz, he's not just an Infected. He's the Patriot, just the Patriot.

He'll beat you, he'll block your attacks, spit on your insults, regroup the Infected, and cleanse their hate...

He's Patriot, and he won't die.

And you're a bunch of maggots, dancing on the strings of the disgusting schemers running this show.

You're talking like that because you know you're gonna die.

And you're definitely right about that.

Patriot's pretty tough. But you're not. You're gonna die.