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Mon3tr, hold!

(Screech)

Sniper operators, keep up the fire on his torso. His armor is already severely damaged. Casters, keep the other guerrilla fighters under control. Don't let them interfere.

(Wails)

Pull back, Mon3tr. You don't have advantage in close quarters! You can't stop him now!

The sword is slipping! Even if... I try to hold him, I can't move him. He feels like a landslide...

Focus the energy into a beam... focus... keep focusing... then aim the beam at his heart!

Hissss...

Fire! Now!

Grrr...

Even that wasn't enough to destroy him...

How is he so persistent...?!

'Ever fight is to the death. Life on the line in every fight, for life will return to the blood, and live forever in another body...'

Vanguard operators, keep up the pressure... fall back. His own body will unleash the 'cannibalism' ritual, as if he himself is a gigantic witchcraft device...

Buldrokkas'tee, there are many Sarkaz who would not see a Wendigo like you sacrificed for nothing.

No. How can I, be sacrificed?

I can still, move. I can still, kill you.

My body, still hears, my commands.

I have not yet felt, the pain... misery, and regret.

Is it enough? Could it be? Enough?

Mr. Buldrokkas'tee... please, stop... stop this! Fighting more will only bring you more suffering!

Warrior.

A warrior, should carry, all of the dead.

I carry, their pain, their hate, their silence.

If I, stop...

They died for nothing.

Suffering? You should, suffer.

You cannot, defeat me.

Hnng...

Don't be sad, my love...

You won't remarry? Don't be like that, dear...

*Sigh*, but you won't agree with my yapping. You're stubborn as a stone. Have I ever convinced you of anything?

You'll keep fighting, won't  you?

Promise me, Buldrokkas'tee, promise me you won't die in battle.

My only hope is that you don't suffer any more. Just think, after I'm gone, you'll still have our family. Look, our little Gro.

He's so cute when he's sleeping.

With his two little red horns, that still haven't hardened...

This is life. It's the continuation of my life. A child is the continuation of all the life in our world.

I know you won't eat me. I know how much you hate Wendigo traditions.

But I do so wish to flow through your life forever.

And yet, life... is ever immortal.

You're withering away. All that sadness is going to destroy you. Our son needs you to take care of him. Lingering here will be the death of you.

...No, Buldrokkas'tee. You're not a cold-blooded monster.

Your love for me is true. Even a misanthropic woman like me, managed to return your love all the same.

You look surprised... Don't be. I love you, just as tenderly and generously as you loved me.

Buldrokkas'tee, my love... the family you'll come to have, is also my family.

That's how I love you.

Helen, I don't deserve your love.

I couldn't protect you. I couldn't, keep my word.

My family, I couldn't protect... any of them.

I don't deserve... love.

You trusted me. I broke my promise.

I broke my promise, but I live. And so the promise, still remains.

Because the promise, bears hate, and regret.

Not only, the dead. Feline, where is it? Your hate? Your regret?

I...

You, carry it, as you go.

The people, of this city. The Ursus Infected. The world. Those who lost, their parents. The world. Those whose parents, did wrong.

They are all carried.

Father, I'm begging you! Don't stand with the Empire!

Orders? The Empire's orders are ridiculous!

No, I'm sorry, Father... I wasn't mocking you. I would never.

But the imperial decree is a cruel joke played on all of us.

My friend Hector was flogged alive on the bridge, just because they found out he had Oripathy!

Didn't you like his poetry too? Didn't you read them aloud at night and shed tears of joy?

He's dead! He's been sent down the dark path of death and left us forever, never to return!

He was a poet. Only the written word had the right to send him to his death!

The Empire's so-called infected decree is just a wicked intrusion into our hearts!

That kind of death, the death of the Infected, is a disgrace to both those who take life and who lose it!

Did the soldiers of the Empire win the Emperor's favor with this disgrace? It's ridiculous!

You were born in Kazdel, you grew up with Infected Sarkaz... I know you can understand the Ursus Infected too!

...Why are you so indifferent? Is your heart made of iron too? Or is it because you, as a still uninfected Sarkaz, have no compassion in your heart?

We're Sarkaz... who's more susceptible to Oripathy than Sarkaz?

Maybe when one of us gets infected, you'll know how absurd these crimes are!

Maybe then you'll leave your path of bloodshed and take a walk down the boulevard of mercy!

Fine, fine, Father...! You're the one and only Buldrokkas'tee! If Oripathy won't haunt a tough soldier like you, it'll just have to creep up on me!

When it's hovering over my corpse laughing at you, you'll finally realize your mistake!

Don't let yourself regret it, Father!

...Grrovae'zeeal, you were innocent. So innocent.

The Infected, was me. I hid it, from you.

Father, to the end, had eyes, and was blind. Father couldn't walk, the right path.

I... regret.

I truly, regret.

My son... Father killed you. Father let you, die for nothing.

Father... doesn't deserve, to be your father.

If I stop fighting, I betray them.

More... I see... more and more...

Mr. Patriot... You have so much regret... You never said anything? You never confided in anyone?

I can only bear, my regrets.

Mon3tr, get back from him!

I would think, why did, the King, as she was, end like that?

You won't answer. Her Majesty's death, to this day, is a mystery.

But I know, she never ran. Start to finish, she would only smile.

If I stop fighting, all resistance, means nothing. If I stop fighting, I ran.

I cannot stop.

We're not related, though? It's kind of weird to call you dad.

...You don't look so good?

No way! It's not because... my brothers and sisters are scared of me!

Hey, do you have any ideas? On how I can get them to stop hiding from me because of you?

If you do, I'll even call you daddy!