No more...
No more left to kill, is there? I can't smell them. I can't see them. I can't sense them. The smell of their blood is so strong. On my fingers... on my lips...
But here is where they were. On my blade, screaming and fighting and dying.
Ah... it's been too long, City. Too long since you gave me anything to fight, fight, fight.
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Work is work.
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We only get work like this? How pathetic.
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