Pardon... It seems I was a bit too rough on you.
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You're done already? I was trying to go easy on you.
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I shall give you a break. You should bid your farewells now before the second act begins.
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You did not lose to me. To be uneasy, is to be human. Fear is life. You lost to your own story.
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Eeeee heehee, heeheehee...!! Humans are oh so droll! Destroy yourselves.. If you're so bored, you should just destroy yourselves...!
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Oh, don't push yourself. You're the last one left in the audience. Feel free to rest there. I shall turn off the lights to the hall.
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Flowers of the soul withering brilliantly, sing about the honey in the wine glass that, ripens and spread to all... In the end, it all becomes worthless...!
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Ah... A sorrowful yet joyful tragedy has been witnessed, quite a cruel concession...! Sing it loud like the sound of flies you fools, the life of a dying flower!
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It is unfortunate for you, but we'll have to change out the lead actor. Disappear into the crows of the nameles. It's not that bad actually, for they are the true rulers of the stage.
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It's time for the opening act. Failed actors who have fallen down the hell pit have no more chance up on stage. Stay down there and wait for eternity for the next stage, never to come.
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Loop, loop, loop, loop, looplooplooplooploop...! Let the lamentations rise and save the life of the undying flower! Look at the reality of fiction, where you fall on your head at the end of an epic journey!
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Reform your barbarism, and the people will approve of you for a thousand years. Learn, eat, live and kill, and they praise you a thousand more...! How beautiful is it, when the poison has soaked through you and change into a beast...!
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Hm, who was that just now? She seemed like an opponent I would have yearned for, and yet a formidable enemy I wish to forget.
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Sink to the bottom of the spiral of life and death, Michael Roa Valdamjong. On my stage, there is no need for underhanded snakes who try and steal immortality from others.
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How many hundred of years has it been since I've met another Ancestor. It would be normal to welcome a long chat with the Demon Child of Estray, but... both of us are no longer young enough to communicate, I suppose.
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This is an adequate script so far... But, don't you think it's a bit overdone? Though he is one of the Twenty Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, he's only here because it's been done so many times before.
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There is no helping it if I cannot break down this shield knight. I shall leave the holy shield here, and devour your not as a knight or anything special, but just as a person. In that case though, you'd simply be one of my many victims.
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It's been five hundred years since I became part of the audience. I shall enjoying seeing how great of an actor these people are, who have taken my place and now control the script.
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It seems you are still not ready to inherit the TATARI, Sion. How about you go mingle with the human realm once again, and get immensed in the whirlpool of six senses.
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