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Mixed-breeds... You mixed-breeds!
Herald! What's the meaning of this?! Why are they still alive? What of theirs is worth sparing?!
You must have realized they were nothing like you when first they slaughtered our bloodkin!
You are a holy being, and they are mere filth!
*Spit*...
Very flexible, eh?
We hacked away at your kind with cold weapons so as to not expose you to our technology. That way, you will never become something we can't deal with.
But I guess I overestimated. You don't seem very sensitive at all... Can't even adjust to this much?
Looks like you just can't adapt to blades forged by Ægir technology. Am I right?
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Herald, she is insulting you!
Bishop, oh, bishop... Can't you tell? Heh. Yes, I am confident I can kill you, and I could have done so right from the start.
(Low roar)
Ugh... (Cough)
Brother, why won't you accept them?
They are my sisters, and so they are your sisters too.
I can rouse you, rouse Ishar-mla, and, of course... Gla-dia too.
Just because your brothers swam for the shallow seas, you no longer recognize them as your brothers. You haven't looked back even once...
But our tribe cares.
No... This is nonsense...
So you believe every single word in that good book you're holding? Let me remind you, Bishop, but you, too, are spreading heresy in full view of the Iberians.
It doesn't matter to me one bit what this thing tells me, but you are from the Church of the Deep. Perhaps you should be taking notes?
Kill them... Kill them! Herald, do it! Their crimes are grave and unforgivable! They spout blasphemy against you and the sea!
If that is your wish... then I shall do it.
It doesn't matter to you at all, does it? It doesn't matter if I ask this of you. You said so yourself! You will kill them!
Yes, It doesn't matter to me.
Then kill the... wandering singer first. Kill the one in the red dress!
Trash. If I tell you to kill the person behind you, the bishop who's dressed like a strand of kelp, will you do it?
Yes.
...!!!
Because he is my kin, and so are you. He calls out to me, and so do you.
Ah, humans.
Ægir are vile and hideous, aren't they? Admit it, Bishop.
We are all foolish Ægir, and we like to apply what we think to lowlife beasts. You don't understand it at all.
You mixed-blood!
Well, if all you want is to protect us—Why not refuse?
Refuse?
How do I... refuse?
Enough. Looks like you are indeed a lowlife. That's about as deep as you can swim.
But listen up, Trash. I won't ask you to kill the weakling behind you.
You are prey. Who would beg prey to do something?
You want to hurt her? You will listen to his suggestion and kill Skadi, my hunter? You don't need that answer anymore, do you?
I have other ways, even with her dead. As long as there's a way, it doesn't matter to me.
But you told me... to refuse...
Way too soon... *cough*...
(Coughs up blood)
*Spit*. Whatever. If you have your heart set on killing her—You must first go through me.
Now, Gla-dia.
Whether you get to live and whether your flesh will continue to function... This is for you to decide.
And let us decide that by hunting each other.
Each other... Each other. Yes. We will prey on each other. You will prey on me, and I will prey on you.
