Medium · Volition ≥ 4
Extremely rigid principles this old soldier has, don't leave room for a change of heart or backing out. The medal is yours.
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
590 · Voice lines
Extremely rigid principles this old soldier has, don't leave room for a change of heart or backing out. The medal is yours.
Let's cool Mr. Fight-Or-Flight down, before he kills someone. He gets overstimulated. But seriously, enough with the pétanque already.
Whoa... easy there, Gold Mouth. He doesn't have to say anything. Re-engage cop-mode and bail out, if you like.
Calm down. Anyone watching can see you're doing nothing. Just keep it professional.
You lost. Now walk away with what remains of your dignity.
Here's an idea... Don't think about shutting this twelve year old down. Stop asking him questions. Just walk away and cool off.
Paranoid whisperings. He is not trying to humiliate you. He just doesn't know better.
There's something there. A germ of determination. He knows he has no choice but to rise to the occasion.
Move on. There's no catching her this time around.
Mm, these are some wonderfully regular pants. Not too tight, not too loose -- moderate in every sense. You'll blend right in at some pleasant dinner party.
Mhm, I know you do. These interisolary pants are like wearing a perfect compromise in your nether regions. No one will call the Moralintern on you like this, that's for sure.
Let's hope no one saw you wearing those outrageously regular -- almost moralist! -- pants.
You're a little more moralist now, buddy. A little more normal. Even if you didn't want to be.
I told you she kept on lying to you. She's probably lying to someone else right now -- another detective.
I told you she kept lying to you. She's probably lying to someone else right now. In another city. She moves fast.
I told you she kept on lying to you. She's probably lying to someone else right now -- another detective.