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It's the first thing I was warned about by multiple residents of Greed. Death seems to be a constant looming threat, and there is apparently a low percentage that you won't be brought back if you die.
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No, but ensuring we're both somehow unharmed is the first step.
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...but we're alone now. There's no need for that anymore.
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You can't use me as a stress ball forever.
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Tell me, doctor, what do you prescribe?
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I'll consider the first half, if you help me with a related experiment.
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But tell me what about death has you so intrigued.
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I want to see what the process is like.
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I know that's not true. There is always a reason. There is always a truth to discover.
And I fully intend to find it.
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