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What kind of life is a life without freedom? It's being alive at most, that's it.

If this factory... if Londinium isn't ours any longer, then what was the point of everything we made for it?!

You know, Feist...

Twenty-five years ago, that night when the flames lit up the sky, your dad said much the same thing to me.

Boss, the Sarkaz are almost back—

You're free to go wherever you want.

But from this moment on, you are forbidden from ever setting foot in the factory again, Feist.

A worker who won't finish the job with his own hands <i>isn't fit for the job</i>.

Anyone who wants to go with him, I won't stop you either.

Just remember—you step out of this door, and you are no longer one of us.