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Time to show 'em who's best. Spoiler: it's me.

And I promised you, like you promised me But those vows we made, we fucked them up for free

With all the green belts wrapped around our minds and endless red tape to keep the truth confined

Self-denial is the meaning here, silly. Deny yourself and you win. Yes, that's how it is! That's the essence of my discovery.

You can't live forever in your own echo chamber And you're so scared of the people up in your fairyland But how can you hate something you don't even understand?

So, Bachelor Dankovsky, the founder of Thanatica—a lab where you've been fruitlessly trying to solve the problem of human mortality for too many years… the tragic sand plague fighter… are you ready to die?

So, Burakh, your performance was a flop. You're unfit for the role. A cursed production! This is our second attempt… and a second failure.

For a long time I was sure Clara was the Plague itself… I'm ashamed to admit it now that I know for sure that she is a real miracle-maker. Perhaps even a saint…

Chewing on tongues with tender teeth

Don't give up. Live, as long as you can. Apathy and fear are the deadliest killers.

She speaks to the dead. Sometimes you can find her sitting by a grave and humming a lullaby. She offers them gifts too, quite unusual sometimes: typewriter carriages, say, of birthday cakes with candles lit.

Feels like the whole world's gone crazy. Right on schedule.

My appearance may frighten you, but make no mistake: I am on your side, and we fight to the bitter end.

Time to show 'em who's best. Spoiler: it's me.

I am Bachelor Dankovsky. Bear in mind that I'm indebted to the person whose death has made my life meaningless. And if I find out you were involved, I'll make short work of you.

However, when I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It's as if both the left and the right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time that they are two parts of a single whole.

You are a funny man, oynon. Do you think I walk around cutting people open for my own pleasure?

You crawled out of a grave, sweet child. Or maybe clawed your way right out of the bowels of the earth with your fingernails.

With all the green belts wrapped around our minds and endless red tape to keep the truth confined

You are a fanatic, Bachelor. A crusader. You whole life is a duel with death. I know, I've read your articles. Followed your progress in the Capital. For many years you've been trying to eliminate the very phenomenon of death.