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whyareweherereally · 11 months

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Part two of my previous post and continuing with the shared lines :)

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Victor: Soot is more precious than fire. Fire fades, but soot feeds the earth

Taya: One for death and two for birth, three for wind and four for earth

Oyun: Mother Boddho warms her kin, feeds them from the bosom of her veins

Oyun: They call her Earth

Aspity: Deep beneath the earth’s feet, everything is true and nothing is permitted. Defy her not

Aspity: To tame his insolence earth disgorged a monster from deep within her bowels

Capella: The sky is cloudy yet/ earth awaits your casket/ and filling your pockets/ is a whole lot of crickets

Georgiy: An umbilical cord connects the earth and the cosmos. It is a ladder, a spring, a bowstring. It is you.

Maria: Earth is the least attractive element. To fly you only need air, water and fire

Mark/Taya: So you need an upper hand. A foot in the door! A head… Let’s leave the head screwed for now

Vlad Jr: You want to have the upper hand and need to get your foot in the door, but your head – I’m not quite sure what to do about your head

Sticky: I’ll take you to your end, tend, mend, friend

Taya/Notkin: I’ll take you to your end, tend, mend

Rubin: All the wisdom you gain you pay for in pain

Peter: Life is a night in the bar. All the wisdom you gain you pay for in pain

Andrey/Rubin: I’m a simple man, why talk when you can fight

Notkin/Sticky: Put my trust in paws, claws, and whiskers… not your drifter

Bad Grief/ Notkin: There once was a man of great humor who found he was dead of a tumor but he woke up today, to his neighbors dismay, and that of his cow’s when he took her!

Mark: See no evil, hear no evil, display no evil

Oyun: See no evil, hear no evil, know no evil

Maria/Murk/Lara: They lived happily ever after, and horribly ever before

Anna: Happily ever after...lasted for about a week and change

Georgiy/Maria/Daniil: Sow an act you reap a habit, sow a habit you reap a character, sow a character you reap a destiny

Yulia: Sow an act you reap a habit, sow a habit you reap a character, a character leads to a conclusion

Clara/Lara: White birds are killed yet black cats are beloved

Lara: The train arrives… what it brings will surely save us

Eva: A regular train will come soon. It’ll bring doctors and medicine from the Capital

Mark: The army arrives tomorrow. There’s our regular train

Clara: They’re expecting a train carrying medicine and doctors! Fools! They honestly think a train can fix this. Like hell it will

Vlad Sr/Lara/Vlad Jr: Who knocks on your door at night? Who screams down your chimney? A wight? No just the wind

Victor/Grace: You’re good my little dove, despite it all, you’re good

Murky: A good person, despite all the stuff, a good person

Rubin: It wasn’t me…

Grace: I didn’t do it. Don’t look at me like that

Clara: It wasn’t me. I swear! Everyone’s against me, but I’m guiltless

Clara: It wasn’t me. Don’t glare at me like that

Eva: It wasn’t me. Don’t look at me like that

Clara: God sees us from beneath the earth. Why do you think he is in Heaven? He is down below

Bad Grief: Nether above nor be low can Heaven or Hell be found

Capella: God saves the moon from the wolves

Eva: God keeps the moon from the wolves

Yulia/Eva: I’m not crying my eyes are just watering

Peter: This town has too many… buttresses

Georgiy: This town has too many… reinforcement ribs

Victor: This town… it’s got too many reinforcement

Mark: A good joke doesn’t need a punchline. It needs… structure

Georgiy/Maria: No, no one can replace Simon

Grace: Must you tread the earth with your feet?

Artemy: Can you feel it, the ground tremble

Eva: Tread softly. Don’t stir the earth

Sticky: Well knows the kitten whose meat it has eaten

Clara: The taby I chose had no fur and no nose, on eight paws he would linger, on his tail was a stinger

Anna: “Purrr” said the cat

Anna: “Meow! Meow! Feed me! Feed me!” God how do people put up with cats

Anna: A vicious cat I still just as stupid- and so is it with me

Notkin: Cats know the fact of the matter, ignore when a fool comes to chatter

Anna: Well knows the mouse that the cat’s out of the house

Andrey/Khan: When the cat’s away the mice will play

Katerina: Shh did you hear that?

Anna: Do I hear a child crying?

Vlad Jr: Did you hear that? A noise from the well? … Maybe I’ve just got the jitters

Taya: So much noise upstairs. Where did everyone go?

Victor: Is someone walking around upstairs

Eva: Every object has a heartbeat can’t you hear it?

Victor: There’s buzzing in my ears

Lara: Loving thy neighbor is a gift. Hatred is hard work

Clara: People… don’t like people much. But hating others… that’s a challenge to them too

Vlad Jr: What must be done, must be done… no matter how hard it is

Bad Grief: What must be, will be

Victor: You can ride a horse to battle, but you can’t make it sergeant

Aglaya: You can put a horse on a stand but you can’t make it testify

Grace/Maria: This has all happened before

Oyun: We’ve all been through this before

Mark: This is all retread, isn’t it?

Murky: Aww… I’m all damp and washed out. They’ll have to stich my belly back together

Grace: I’m drenched through to the bone

Lara/Aspity: Words without deed feel a garden with naught but weeds

Grace: Why don’t they bring anyone here? It’s so quiet

Eva: It’s so quite now…

Katerina: This quiet is a deceiver

Bad Grief: A well honed tongue breaks bones

Artemy: Words, too, break bone

Katerina: The worst is still to come

Khan: The worst is yet to come

Lara: Was it a month ago… I don’t remember

Yulia: I keep forgetting the simplest things these days

Capella: The children no longer remember me

Georgiy: A touch is an attentive look, or a keen word. One can touch with their hands too- but that is a hard skill to learn

Vlad Jr: I feel smothered in here… I need air…

Vlad Sr: I can’t breath… Not enough air…

Yulia: I ought to let some fresh air in, but… I’d prefer not to

Vlad Sr: Many a mickle… makes a muckle. There’s no hurry

Vlad Jr: Every little makes a mickle

Rubin/Vlad Jr: How heavy is a head?

Aglaya: I can’t stitch it together… but I can cut the knot

Aglaya: Only a fool would cut the Gordian knot. It ought to be… vivisected

Plague: You clive I tie

Artemy: That which is torn must be tied, and that conjoined- split apart

Rubin: The seam must not split

Aspity: Make connections. Mend everything your father has torn. Even if he was right to tear it

Plague: You’re al yourselves I can bind you. Let you come within one another’s souls. One-from-many

Grace: We’re fixed in place. You’re the tie that binds us

Capella: I think you’ve bound us

Rubin: I can’t move. I’m bound by… family ties

Aglaya/Taya: Needles and pins, buttons and tins, knives and shins

Aglaya: Have you met a courier on the way here?

Maria: Did you see anything on your way here

Peter: Stupid! Stupid! Oh… what an idiot I was…

Rubin/Vlad Sr: Stupid! Stupid… oh, how stupid I was

Daniil: God… what an idiot I was

Alexander S: Stupid! I was so stupid

Alexander B: Foolish, foolish. How foolish I was…

Maria: The rain, this goddamn rain… will it ever end? Pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring

Alexander B/Vlad Jr/Rubin: And the rain! The goddamn rain, does it ever end? Pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring

Daniil: This damn rain… will it ever end? The climate here is a chaos

Andrey: A guest is best when you see him less

Capella: Guests are always welcome here

Grace: A good host is grateful to their guests- not the other way around

Aglaya: The Commander and I haven’t held council, in defiance of protocol. I’m counting on you doctors

Alexander B: The Inquisitor and I haven’t held council, against protocol, I place my trust in the doctors

Aglaya: I haven’t slept for three days straight. I don’t think I have another one in me

Victor: I’ll sleep when I’m dead

Eva: I need sleep

Rubin: I’ll rest when I’m buried

Daniil: My head is pounding! I need some restless

Eva/Katerina: No lover’s as sweet as the silence of sleep

Grace: Sleep is an indulgence. I can go without

Bad Grief: Time enough to rest after death

Bad Grief: Many who sleep well speak ill

Aglaya: There’s little time left. And so much to do…

Aglaya: We weren’t given too much time, were we? The army arrives tomorrow

Daniil: Time is slipping through our fingers. We must act now

Alexander B: We have two more days. Day after tomorrow a choice must be made. So say the Powers that be

Bad Grief: Lose an hour, and you won’t catch up in a year

Rubin: Time is of essence

Murky/Taya: Buds bear flowers, clocks bear hours, bones bear nothing. They’re just bones

Rubin/Victor: Chain a rock to your ankle if you wish to see the bottom

Sticky: Hober-de-hoy half man and half a boy

Notkin: Half-man, half-boys no more knives no more toys

Andrey: What are you worried about? That they’ll chide you?

Sticky: What are you afraid of? That they’ll get mad? Huh?

Clara: There’s a lot of me… not so much of yourself

Clara: I pity you human, you’re so good, but there’s so little left of you

Maria: There’s still life in me, more life than can be lived

Eva: I’m overflowing with soul! I have enough to share

Katerina: Most life has already been lived. What a tiny sliver remains for us

Lara: Who will take responsibility for us now

Yulia: Whose problem have we become

Aspity: Roots and blood. That is what fills our veins. Roots and blood

Vlad Jr: Roots and blood. That’s the foundation beneath our feet.

Katerina: The worst is still to come

Khan: The worst is yet to come

Khan: All in all girls know better than boys. We’ll leave the boys outsmart

Bad Grief: For what the devil can’t do send a woman

Grace: It’s cold. Grave cold

Rubin: My fingers won’t bend… It’s the cold, that’s all… it’s just cold

Grace: Damp. I’m drenched through to the bone

Murky: Aw I’m all damp and washed out. They’ll have to stitch my belly back together

Katerina: It’s growing cold

Clara:Ugh, it’s so cold, isn’t it? Like cold-cold

Alexander B: I’ve had enough I’m going to break soon

Alexander S: No… I can’t stand it much longer

Daniil: I’m exhausted. On my last legs…

Georgiy: I’m so, so tired

Rubin: I’m at my rope’s end… I can’t take it anymore

Peter: That’s it I can’t take it anymore

Maria/Capella: And so, Katerina has an heiress no more

Georgiy: Katerina shouldn’t have cast Changeling out. Clara’s her true successor, her own daughter couldn’t be closer

Clara: My patrons have spurned me. Turned me out of their house. But they’ll pay for it

Alexander B: I feel feverish

Anna: I’m flushed, my cheeks are burning, aren’t they?

Maria: I’m feeling warm… oh it might be a fever

Maria: I feel feverish… do you think I’m getting sick?

Aglaya/Victor/Lara/Oyun/Mark/Maria/Rubin/Katerina/Yulia/Alexander B/Alexander S/Vlad Sr/Capella/Eva/Grace: Yes

Anna/Bad Grief: Yeah

Sticky: Yup

Aglaya/Victor/Lara/Andrey/Alexander B/Alexander S/Anna/Daniil/Bad Grief/Vlad Sr/Capella/ Eva/ Grace/Artemy/Katerina/Khan/Yulia/Vlad Jr/Sticky/Peter/Rubin/Oyun/Notkin/Mark/Maria: What?

Taya: So what?

Notkin: I’ve been saying it all along it seeped out of the Abattoir

Maria: It came from underground. For many years we buried our bones wrong

Lara: The source, the source… where is it? Can someone uncover it?

Bad Grief: The doctor’s quick on the draw. Already shot someone. So much for his oath

Vlad Jr: Our big city guest is a little too fast on the draw, isn’t he?

Notkin: The doctor from the Capital is more mangoose than weasel

Bad Grief: The city boy’s a bit off more than he can chew, won’t end well

Notkin: The man with the leather bag tested his new drug on people. Five dead! Big city quack…

Yulia: Dankovsky’s fallen in love with the children’s Tower

Artemy: This outsider… he’ll make a mess of things

Grace: He won’t be able to unfold this. He hails from a different life

Murky: Bachelor has found some strange clay

Aspity: No. The Kin will tell him nothing. We are worry of outsiders

Clara: You think you’re cool headed, but you’re just cooling

Clara: Warm hands, cold heart? The saying goes the other way

Aspity: Is it really deadly? Yes it is

Peter: Is it lethal?

Alexander S: Is there really no cure for this disease?

Katerina: What is this disease?

Yulia: Does anyone know which pills work?

Yulia/Eva: They say it’s neither cholera nor pox. So it can’t be that bad, can it?

Sticky: How can people protect themselves from the infection. You’re a doctor, you should know!

Victor: Is this disease indeed as deadly as they say?

Peter: Hey, what concoction can I drink to keep from catching it?

Daniil: What kind of disease id this? What kind of disease is this?

Alexander S: She’ll start the purge from the top of the ladder. I’ll be the first to swing

Artemy: She has her eye on the warrens… no good will come of it

Oyun: She is a herald of the law. Now we come to the time when deities begin to die…

Aspity: The Inquisitor proceeds with her terrible harvest… is she a pretty one, at least? A doll of bone china and rose gold

Bad Grief: The wench has us all over a barrel. Nothing to be done about it

Artemy: And yet she has a good heart. A kind heart

Yulia: She’s clearly a professional. A specialist in her trade

Mark: She made an example of murderers and mad men. That was merely prologue… the game itself is yet to start

Katerina: I’m afraid I’m of little use now

Yulia: I’m afraid I’m not much use now

Khan: This is it. No more games, No one needs us

#pathologic 2 #hope someone else finds these useful #however long you think this took double that in your mind #it was so fun tho #mine

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