It's your fault I will kill beyond exhaustion!
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Gaira: You have not yet crossed the river of death. Basara: Don't wake me from this beautiful demon-dream. Heh heh. Gaira: This madness must end. Since I'm here, I may as well end it. Basara: You are not worthy. Do you think you stand a chance?
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Heh, smell this sweet world, and enjoy this demon-dream!
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Mina: The vibrations tell me you are possessed by a demon. Basara: All this for me? Am I really that special? Mina: I'm an exorcist. The demon inside must be purged!! Basara: Come to my blood-soaked bacchanal! Let's party!!!!!!!
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When I am done, it will be like you never existed!
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Basara: The Grim Reaper smiles since Heaven's gates are locked. Gaira: It's you who blocks your enlightenment. Only you can. Basara: If you kill me, then I may be elevated, so just do it! Um... who are you?
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Ha ha ha, the party is just getting started. Having a nice time????
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Basara: Do not be afraid of me. I do not wish to instill fear. Mina: You are a spirit the likes of which I am unfamiliar. Basara: When darkness is all around, it is I that embraces you.
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Basara: Aaaahh.... Where am I going this time? This is strange yet familiar, like being home. What is this? I smell an ogre, one I'd like to eat!!! Live Basara: STOP!!! Death comes too soon. My revenge is not complete. Zankuro: A fool's task cannot be completed. Live Basara: What?? Basara: I have found the one I seek. My soul will be warm tonight. Everyday, I have lived only for this day.... The madness of a man, deprived of love. I tire of this schizoid delusion. Live Basara: The way clears, the winding road narrows at its terminus. Basara: You have to make Kagaribi happy. Zankuro: Who the hell are you? What does it matter? Basara: My heart will go on!!! It's gone. I'm alone. Kagaribi: You know I've been here all along. You've sensed it. Basara: The gates of eternity open, but I can't enter them alone. I have fought to be here with you, back with you. Kagaribi: No more fighting, just loving. Forever and ever. Basara: In life we were separated by death, in death, reunited.
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Time is a velvet rope, and I'm on the arm of a superstar!
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