Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
473 · Voice lines
Have you really been wearing that decadent homo-sexual grin this whole time? It's disgusting. No wonder you haven't been able to truly face yourself.
Now, every night, while you masturbate in the ruins of your not-so-great-anymore hall, they're getting pleasured by foreign men with superior testosterone levels and far more advanced sexual practices than your feeble grunt-and-thrust.
Yes... you truly are. (Tightness -- in gaseous form -- leaves your body.) She's lucky to have you, watching her sleep.
Look at yourself: You go about with this mopey look on your face like a dog who's been beaten with an old stick.
Remember: Kingsmen are not born, they are made. And the only thing that can unmake us is that which drove us to rise above in the first place. We keep that thing locked in the deepest cellars of our mind. So deep we forget what it is.
You're a hard motherfucker... (Tightness -- in gaseous form -- leaves your body.) If we didn't know better, we'd say you enjoyed consigning your city to the flames.
What was that? Did you just flinch before your own reflection?
So ask yourself, when the time comes, can you shoot the past in the head, walk away, and never look back on its rotting remains?
It's time. Time to see yourself as you truly are. It's going to be absolutely devastating, but there's no way to avoid it.
And that doesn't even begin to cover what's happened to your wömen...
You're tired, afraid, sad, hungry and in pain. But most of all: confused. Yet still, like a tiny icebreaker -- the tiniest boat in the fleet -- you plough ever forward...
That stupid Expression was your last line of defence, but now even that has collapsed. The combined armies of Pain and Shit are streaming through your gates, pillaging your stores, carrying off your wömen...
You've let your guard down. Now the combined armies of Pain and Shit are streaming through your gates, pillaging your stores, carrying off your wömen...
You don't even have anything to say for yourself, do you? Just gonna take it all lying down? Why not grab your ankles while you're at it? That's why you never stood a chance.
Your heart can belong to Revachol or it can belong to darkness. As long as it's torn between them it's broken and useless.