Special Combat Dialogue [Expand All]
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- The one that made me this way was nowhere to be seen at some point.
- I kept pulling the trigger for myself, believing that the bullet would hit the desired target.
- My bullets will always aim for the same spot. It won’t ever change.
- The despaired heart couldn’t go out in a passionate flame. It would only burn with a cold fire.
- Some may call it a righteous deed, while others would claim it’s bloodstained atrocity.
- No matter how many people are standing in its way, the bullet travels along the horizon anyway.
- As soon as I felt that there was nothing left to aim for, my soul expired and fell to the pits of Hell.
- The day I got my hands on this bullet, I sank down upon the ground. Was it despair that the Devil wished for?
- Then I thought, at last, I was left alone. In this pit of Hell.
- I came to a realization; perhaps the last bullet was meant to puncture no one else but me.
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- The unstoppable bullet got a lot of my coworkers killed, too.
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- I still remember that. The bullet flying in a precise, straight line…
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- I guess so… Let’s stay focused until the end…
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- …It’s getting tougher to endure hits. Seems there’s only a little bit left to push through, yeah?
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