Medium · Endurance ≥ 4
Sweat drips from your brow, soaking your chest... you reek of it, your chemicals.
Physique
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473 · Voice lines
Sweat drips from your brow, soaking your chest... you reek of it, your chemicals.
It’s breaking. You feel fractures across you. Out the cracks comes nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king’s man. The cracks were all there ever was. We are a spiderweb of glass that’s painful to look at. And she’s turning her head.
You’re breaking. You feel fractures run across you. Out the cracks comes anger, and then nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king’s man. The cracks were all there ever was.
You may not be able to take this. Not this time. Not anymore.
Tell him the truth, bröther. Even if he isn't hard enough to hear it.
If you can stomach agreeing, you can turn this around on Evrart. And physically speaking -- you can stomach it.
The pain in your chest tells you you were working yourself to death to earn that rank.
A single sentence would wear him out. He can't take the length of the questioning. Keep it going long enough and he'll crack.
You smell weakness. He's getting tired of the game he's been playing.
That's okay with the fat man, still wheezing there. He couldn't speak if he wanted to.
Go out and run circles around the building until you come up with something. Whatever you do, don't stand here anymore.
Never -- not until the case is solved. And then the next case. And the next...
She's not. She's bleeding out. If she doesn't get help in 10 minutes, she'll die.
She's not. She's bleeding out. If she doesn't get help in 10 minutes, she'll die.
She's not. She's bleeding out. In 20 minutes she'll be dead. Maybe 15.