VOLITION - These guys are compromised. She's got them singing along to her tune. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can't trust them anymore.
IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me.
Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart.
KIM KITSURAGI - “*Sunrise, parabellum*,” the lieutenant says. He's in the middle of a freshly cleaned room, with the fan above his head like a halo. His face is covered in bruises.
SHIVERS - A grey rain falls on Martinaise. The city soaks in it, cold and dripping. Waves hit the concrete breakers. The homeless huddle by the fires behind the fences. There, among the shacks, is your home. Stay. Have a drink. Forever.
Are you... are you part of the *homo-sexual underground*?
EGG HEAD - Good morning, yeah! One, two, three! Yekokataa, the place to be!
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - As a police detective, he's like a magnetic reader on the world-tape -- to borrow a known metaphor. Harry's been pushed *flat against it*. Total input.
DRAMA - Who... what? Dear lord, you've been lied to. She could have killed her lover and lied to everyone! She's not the most *faire and juste* at all, she's smoke and mirrors and will-o-wisps!
ENCYCLOPEDIA - The Antistar is (or was) a Vespertine rock and roll star, who liked to do drugs. He did so many drugs he eventually mutated -- into a corpse.
ENCYCLOPEDIA - Your mangled brain would like you to know there is a boxer called Contact Mike. YOU - Yeah? Any news on my wife's name? How about my mother? ENCYCLOPEDIA - Nope.
ACELE - Ah! No. This is a *contact microphone*, it's for recording *inside* solid objects. Contact Mike just beats people up.
PERCEPTION - A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... SHIVERS - REVACHOL FOREVER.
VOLITION - Any plan to call him Pinball or Kimball is immediately wiped from your neocortex, as if with some sort of mind altering device. It is simply not going to happen.
DOLORES DEI - I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? You poverty-stricken fuck.
YOU - Suffering will only make me stronger. ENDURANCE - It's probably this way of thinking that got you where you are.
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - And when you fall we will come to raise you up, bud from you, banner-like, blossom from you and carry you apart in a sky funeral. In honour of your passing. (But not me, because I am just a leaf eater.)
KIM KITSURAGI - “You need to get your shit together.” YOU - “But I don't wanna get my shit together!” KIM KITSURAGI - “Then the world will turn away from you, and leave you behind.”
PALEDRIVER - “The look on her face -- like an orgasm. The wound in her chest. My hand in my father's hand...” She closes her eyes, her eyelids trembling. “Except I never had a father. And I never shot Her Innocence Dolores Dei.”
YOU - …I don't want to masturbate on the street, okay? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Whatever, coward.
I'm a deeply flawed individual, but I bring joy to the world.
YOU - I've been bad and I want someone to abuse me. NIX GOTTLIEB - Oh, it's you. I know a woman skilled at that sort of thing over in Jamrock... but I wouldn't want to inflict you upon her. Best of luck, detective.
ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - An inordinate amount of time passes. It is utterly void of struggle. No ex-wives are contained within it.
I'm a bad person. I believe I could have done anything.
COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - She was. There are even those who say that Advesperascit *summoned* Dolores Dei, or that it was built in preparation for her, centuries before her arrival...
TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD -- FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US.
KIM KITSURAGI - “We might need your help with something later,” he adds, suddenly regaining his confidence. AUTHORITY - As if he recalled that he's, in fact, a decorated police lieutenant, and not a naughty boy. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The two aren't mutually exclusive.
Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.