Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
976 · Voice lines
Then it's you. You will make her lungs glow. Your pain is NOT meaningless.
Nothing. Just threats that passed by -- outside in the world. Ill omens from another life. Not this one. You ignored them. Good. The sleep is nourishing. Take more of it.
Somehow you managed to dodge it all... The church, the window and the bad book in the store. On the shelf. You made it. Across the black sea unharmed...
Your surroundings are undisturbed. While you slept, you were alone. Now that you're awake -- you're still alone.
A dark feeling. This is going wrong. Let go of the clutch.
Because it's lonely. Just like you. Seaweed and strange fish around it, limpets clinging to the carcass... The sounds of the streets above...
Nothing. Nothing. It's probably nothing, forget I brought it up. Please proceed with the carefree lollygagging.
Motor carriage, motor carriage... Something bad with a motor carriage.... A dark lump rises in your throat.
You probably don't want to continue on this road.
Oh, requests a description, huh? We'll give him one. Describe the Blaasma Gun.
Check your pockets! Check your... holy fuck, you really don't know where it is, do you?!