COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - She was. There are even those who say that Advesperascit *summoned* Dolores Dei, or that it was built in preparation for her, centuries before her arrival...
Tell me, where are your friends? Human beings have friends, Harry-boy. Where the hell are yours?
Time to go to work in the shit factory!
DOLORES DEI - I always loved you for it -- but it could not save us. It could not make me stay.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You would be right to drown this shit in alcohol. Drown it... until your neurons depolarize. Until it's gone, melted.
INLAND EMPIRE - Why should we just leave and leave -- and the world get left behind?
Let's rock with our cock.
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - I exist.
YOU - I exist too.
YOU - I'm not drunk or high, I'm just... hurt... why does it hurt to talk to you?
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The pale, too, came with you. No one remembers it before you. The cnidarians do not, the radially symmetricals do not. There is an almost unanimous agreement between the birds and the plants that you are going to destroy us all.
CHESTER MCLAINE - “It's not like that. They're what you call *hetero-sexual life partners*. They have a battle-tested relationship. A 'bröderbund', if you will.”
This is a very, very sad man who has just seen something that's made him forget his sadness.
No, I need to go back to a time when *love* was still possible.
LIMBIC SYSTEM - No. It was *him*. *He* is the infernal engine, can't you see? He never stops. He only gets worse.
People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.
Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.
ENCYCLOPEDIA - The South Safre conflict is an ongoing proxy war between Graad and Safre. It has been hot for 12 years with the atrocities piling on. Mostly committed by the Graad.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The funk soul brother at the back of his head has gone dark. Forever.
JOYCE MESSIER - The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do.
SHIVERS - BY THE WAY, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR PARTNER AT ONCE. UNITY AMONG THE RANKS IS PARAMOUNT.
MEASUREHEAD - “THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A *LIVING* ORGANISM.”
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You really dropped the ball, Harry. Four point six billion people -- and you failed every single one of them. You really *fucked up*.
You shiver, and the city shivers with you.
JEAN VICQUEMARE - You're a *worry-fest*. She's worried about you. I'm worried about you. Even Special Consultant Backpedal is worried about you. Everyone worries -- instead of *working*.
VOLITION - These guys are compromised. She's got them singing along to her tune. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can't trust them anymore.
VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you.
YOU - No one wants to *do* anything with me... no one wants to party with me.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Stay with me!” You feel burning hot tears streaming from your eyes.
YOU - I don't want to be anymore. It hurts.
COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - Perhaps, perhaps not. Could the Perikarnassians have foreseen the role Revachol would play in events to come? In truth, history only appears to rhyme because we cannot perceive events in their full complexity...
And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.
YOU - For some reason the name Tequila fills me with foreboding. Maybe I *shouldn't* learn with it means.
IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - You think you feel bad *now*, wait till you've heard the story.
