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[TOBIAS (The Son):] SEPARATE yourself from the end of this, before you become the end of the one thing that you never wanted in the first place... Moving
[JORDAN CRUZE:] sometimes we can see the skylines rise above the fields of sinking stones crawling away from this sun again, it feels like forever since
choices we have to make. So grab my arm. We will take them and we will run away. So drink deep my mortal tears and give a voice for our remaining sons
race, led by a sire brandishing a crisp new letter giving heed to your ever-present doom. This troubles me greatly. You are a separate entity...a life
not ready for battle... I cut the skin from my arms...we are not ready for battle, the world burns and we are dead from the inside out. GO IN PEACE!
duty... As this belt speeds by carrying the bodies of those young past... I can see them pulling the last bag from the boat... It seems ripped from its
[PASTOR STEELE:] crumble down oh symbol on high, this world is no more feel the warmth of horses breath on your neck kiss the flames of Loki's blade
No! Down...not down again...dear sweet oracle please let me wake FROM THIS...don't let this be my end!?! I have done my part; please let me wake from