| DRASPAGIN | | (sips his coffee) why am i supposed to find you?
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| SYMBOLIAC | | (smiles) because you are going to go on a mission soon...
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| DRASPAGIN | | a mission?
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| SYMBOLIAC | | (pointing at his uniform) the war effort is going into a decisive phase
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| DRASPAGIN | | but... i can't...
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| SYMBOLIAC | | (suddenly) why not?
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| DRASPAGIN | | i have... um, (fast now) knowledge of someone with doxrine-analph contamination
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| SYMBOLIAC | | shoot him dead. it's more humane
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| DRASPAGIN | | no, he wishes to live. isn't there anything he can do?
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| SYMBOLIAC | | one can live with contamination many years, if one accepts the pains
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| DRASPAGIN | | isn't there anyway to heal it?
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| SYMBOLIAC | | you are the one contaminated
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| DRASPAGIN | | what, but no...
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| SYMBOLIAC | | you are bleeding out of your eye
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| DRASPAGIN | | (shocked, takes napkin and presses it against the eye) thank you
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| SYMBOLIAC | | you still look quite healthy... i am not sure if the cure is worse than the illness
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| DRASPAGIN | | tell me please, the doxrines-analphs are killing me...
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| SYMBOLIAC | | the air is killing you, the bombs are killing you... the oxygen in your blood is penetrating your cells and slowly melting them into a lifeless brew on cancerous outgrowths... and you are telling me that analph-doxrines are killing you? they only make each minute you reside on this planet a torture, but they are not killing you. |