Medium · Pain Threshold ≥ 4
Test your limits. Surpass them. Dance till you drop. Dance till you die, if you must.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
302 · Voice lines
Test your limits. Surpass them. Dance till you drop. Dance till you die, if you must.
Take the pain, god damn it, at least take that!
Even under the increased force on your skull there is no pain... just the sound of your own blood gushing in there, feeding your mind with oxygen.
Your hand cracks and twists in his grasp but your body is too numb with adrenaline to feel it...
Don't say it. You're not a degenerate alcoholic, you're a cop and a hero.
Not again... take the pain, god damn it, at least take that!
These formulas look oddly painful. Maybe it's the hangover, but they give you a headache.
The words still echo in the hallway...
She's like 14! You're humiliated in front of a minor, what's wrong with you, son?!
A pain burns in your chest, radiating. A crown of arteries on fire.