Endurance · Voice lines

The strength has all gone out of him -- just frail old bones in a sack of tracksuit trousers and a wind breaker.

The iron smell of blood rises to your mouth.

The money is probably going to some old, oily...

The firewalker cannot die.

That's right. You're protected in your ceramic carapace. Whatever harm you inflict on that world won't be visited on you.

Keep it in now. Don't overreact. Breathe.

Women. It's the women. Look out for the women. They're oathbreakers...

For Revachol. Always and only Revachol.

It's a gut feeling. He knows it exists, fuck the so-called specialists.

Brother, you've managed to collect all the armour pieces. Too bad it's too late for the big showdown.

You know this. The body goes into a kind of revulsion shock. Murder hangover. That's what it could've been.

...killed a kid, yes. Makes them look for a quiet, dark place and just hibernate there. Usually goes on for a few days up to a week.

I know you don't. But the thought still comes -- she was hibernating after doing it. Takes a moment to shake it out of your head...

He's breathing heavily. That took something out of him.

That explains the callouses on your hands. You scaled the side of the building, entertaining the local kids.

You could use some.

Are you sure you can take the most violent man in Revachol? In your condition?

In his mind, his father isn't vulnerable the way other mortals are.