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| Woman: “There he is! He’s coming here now!”
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| Man’s Voice: “Hurry! Let’s find out what’s happened!”
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| Tidus [Tid] [Interrupts]: “He got off! Claxon got off again!”
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| People: “What?!”
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| Tid: “No witnesses! Judge let him go!”
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| Claxon [Cla]: “You see, Tidus? I knew-- once you thought about
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| it-- you’d tell the judge-- it _wasn’t_ me you saw-- strangling
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| that little redhead. This is a fine-looking family you’ve got
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| heah [sic]. Be a shame if something bad happened to ‘em--
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| wouldn’t it? Heh. Ooh-- if it ain’t the long arm of the law.
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| Guess you lose again, Jaris.”
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| Jaris [Jar]: “Don’t worry-- I’m a patient man.”
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| Cla: “You don’t get it, do you? Nobody’s gonna testify against
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| me. And no judge would find me guilty-- if they did!”
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| Jar: “All right, Claxon-- take if off the street.”
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| Cla: “I’m tired of you in my face. You bother me. You’re like
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| a bug-- and bugs-- get squashed.”
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| Jar: “You wanna get into this in front of a town full of
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| witnesses?”
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| Cla: “Nobody’s gonna see a thing.”
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| H: “Call me nobody-- and I’ve already seen enough.”
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| [Fight]
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| Man’s Voice: “Come on.”
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| H: [Sighs]
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| Jar: “Hercules!”
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| H: “It’s a-- nice, quiet little town you got here, Jaris. I
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| just thought I’d-- drop in.”
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| Jar: “Good timing. I’ve been trying to get rid of Claxon for
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| years. It’s so good to see you.”
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| H: “You, too.”
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| Jar: “I guess you heard about my wife.”
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| H: “Yeah. I’m-- sorry. Aspa was a wonderful woman.”
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| Jar: “She was. And she would have made a wonderful mother to
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| little Bartoc, too. At least she got to hold him before she
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| died.”
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| H: “You named him after your brother.”
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| Jar: “Yeah-- you gotta see him.”
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| H: “I’d love to.”
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| Jar: “Remember Aspa’s sister?”
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| H: “Sure-- hi, Rena.”
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| Rena: “Nice to see you again, Hercules.”
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| Jar: “And the little fuss-budget is Bartoc.”
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| H: “That’s great.”
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| Rena: “He needs a nap.”
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| Jar: “Sorry he’s in such a mood. He was sick all night with a
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| fever.”
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| H: “Hmm.”
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| Jar: “You better take him home, Rena. I’ll walk you to the
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| wagon. Catch up with you.”
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| Rena: “We should Have Hercules over for dinner.”
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| Jar: “That’s a good idea.”
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| H: “Celesta. Celesta!”
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| Celesta [Cel]: “Hello, Hercules.”
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| H: “Hi. I, uh-- wish I could say I was happy to see you.”
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| Cel: “Mortals think I come to _take_ life. I’m only here to
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| guide them to the other side when it’s their time to go.”
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| H: “I-- know you’re a source of comfort on the journey-- but the
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| mortal half of me is-- always saddened to see a life end.”
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| Cel: “I’ve always admired your compassion for humans.”
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| H: “Celesta! Not the baby?”
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| Cel: “No, I’m not here for the baby.”
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| H: [Sighs]
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| Cel: “I’ve come for Jaris.”
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| [ACT I]
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| H: “Jaris? Jaris-- is gonna die? How?”
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| Cel: “You can’t stop it. The Fates have already severed Jaris’
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| lifeline. It will be fast and painless.”
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| H: “But he’s so young.”
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| Cel: “There are things even you are powerless to change,
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| Hercules.”
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| H: “W-wait-wait-- don’t take him yet! Give him some more time,
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| to-- to get his life in order! Say his goodbyes.”
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| Cel: “You know I can’t do that.”
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| H: “You can’t tell me he’s gonna die and expect me not to help
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| him!”
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| Cel: “Hades will have my head. All right-- a day, no longer.
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| Death is never easy. It’s the survivors who have it the hardest.
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| You found that out when you met Jaris’ brother.”
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| H: “Bartoc. It was the first time I ever met you. I’ll never
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| forget what happened. I thought I put it behind me-- until now.”
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| [The Past]
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| Cheiron: “Hercules! Pick up the pace! You’re walking through
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| this like a drill!”
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| Young Hercules [Y H]: “But it is a drill.”
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| Cheiron: “Well done, Iolaus.”
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| Y H: “Cheiron, I’ve done this so much, I could do it in my
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| sleep.”
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| Cheiron: “It’s not the moves that need work-- it’s the attitude.
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| You _win_ or you _lose_ here!”
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| Y I: “Well, you know, Chieron-- I _try_ to tell him, but-- ooh!”
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| Cheiron: “You are my most promising student, Hercules. But
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| lately, you’ve grown cocky and overconfident.”
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| Y H: “Well-- it’s the training. I mean-- day in, day out. It’s
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| boring.”
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| Cheiron: “That’s it! You have fourteen days to enjoy the
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| festival-- and to visit with your families! When you come back--
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| come back ready to work!”
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| Y I: “Six weeks-- of ‘Up and dawn and drill till you drop’.
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| Oh-h-h-h-h-- I am so ready for your mother’s cooking.”
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| Y H: “Maybe you should have continued a life of crime, Iolaus.
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| Hard prison labor-- would be a _breeze_ compared to life at
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| Cheiron’s academy.”
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| Kenickus [Ken]: “Look at ‘em-- all those goody-goody cadets.
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| They make me wanna puke.”
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| Dageth [Dag]: “Here he comes-- hot-shot Hercules. Thinks he can
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| stick his nose in and cost us a turf war. Now, it’s payback
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| time. All right-- Bartoc-- kill Hercules-- and you’ll be one of
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| us.”
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| Y Bartoc [Y Bar]: “You sure a knife will do it? He’s stronger
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| than anyone-- never been beat.”
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| Dag: “Just do it! We’ll set him up.”
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| [Fight]
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| Dag: “Now, Bartoc! Gut him!”
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| Y H: “You know? It’s just like ya to send a baby to do your
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| work, Dageth.”
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| Y Bar: “I’ll show you who’s a baby!”
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| Dag: “Get up! You wimp!”
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| Y H: “Come on. You know-- I do have a tougher workout every day
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| before breakfast.”
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| Y Bar: “Ah-h-h-h-h-h!”
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| Dag: “Let-- let’s get outta here!”
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| Thug: “Hurry!”
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| Y I: “Herc-- Herc! He’s dead.”
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| Cheiron: “Such a waste-- and for nothing.”
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| Y H: “It’s my fault.”
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| Y I: “Herc-- he had a knife.”
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| Y H: “No, I didn’t take it seriously. I should have handled it
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| better.”
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| Cheiron: “Yes-- you should have-- but you didn’t. Next time,
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| you will. It’s called learning.”
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| Y I: “Dageth called him Bartoc. The guy says his father’s a
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| farmer, about half a day away.”
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| Cheiron: “You know what you have to do, don’t you?”
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| Y H: “Yes, I do.”
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| Y I: “Hey! Yo, Herc! Wait up!”
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| Y H: “Iolaus.”
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| Y I: “Let’s get going!”
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| Y H: “This is something I gotta do by myself.”
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| Y I: “Ah-h-h-h, man!”
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| Y H: “Please.”
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| Y I: “Well, just don’t forget it was a gang who forced Bartoc
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| into fighting you. You can’t take all the blame.”
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| Y H: “Yeah, I know. But this kid’s dead because of me. It’s
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| nobody else’s fault. It’s up to me to take him home.”
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| Y I: “This how you tail a guy, huh? A blind Cyclops attracts
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| less attention.”
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| Ken: “Let me go. I’ll cut you.”
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| Y I: “Little kids shouldn’t play with knives.”
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| Ken: “No-- it’s chumps like you we oughtta play with.”
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| Y H: “You, again.”
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| Cel: “Hello, Hercules. I’m Celesta.”
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| Y H: “Messenger of Hades. That’s why you were there today. You
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| came for the boy. You’re not what I would have expected.”
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| Cel: “I hear that a lot. What you’re doing-- taking his body
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| home to his family-- is a very compassionate act. Most of us on
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| Olympus are very proud of you, Hercules.”
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| Y H: “And my father, Zeus-- is he proud of me, too?”
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| Cel: “Of course.”
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| Y H: “Of course.”
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| Cel: “The king of gods has enormous responsibility. Hercules,
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| he thinks of you more than you know.”
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| Y H: “Yeah. Look-- thanks for the nice words, but-- if you
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| really wanna help me-- bring Bartoc back to life.”
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| Cel: “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
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| Y H: “Then we have nothing to talk about. No offense-- I-- I
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| appreciate that the other gods realize that I exist-- but it
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| would be nice-- if my own father did-- even if he does think of
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| me more than I know. It was nice meeting you.”
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| Cel: “I hope you can help the boy’s family find peace,
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| Hercules-- and find some for yourself.”
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| Y H: “Hey-- let me give you a hand with that. This thing’s
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| bigger than you are.”
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| Y Jar: “Thanks. Are you here to see my father?”
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| Y H: “Is his name Nehemiah?”
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| Y Jar: “That’s him. I’m Jaris.”
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| Y H: “Hello, Jaris. I’m Hercules. I need to speak to your
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| father. It’s about your brother.”
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| Y Jar: “Bartoc?! Great! Father will be happy to meet a friend
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| of his! Oh-- oh, wait here! Father! Father! Come quick!
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| Father! There’s a guy over there! He’s a friend of Bartoc’s!”
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| Nehemiah [Neh]: “Well, let’s meet him. Don’t even think about
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| eating that! That fruit may look sweet as honey-- it’ll make ya
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| sick if you eat it raw.”
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| Y Jar: “Bartoc fed one to our cattle one time. We couldn’t
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| drink the milk for a week!”
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| Neh: “Well, he didn’t know. Sometimes, pretty means poison.
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| Jaris you know Bartoc.”
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| Y H: “I’m Hercules. I knew Bartoc-- just for a short time.”
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| Neh: “Jaris-- go to the house.”
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| Y Jar: “But why?”
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| Neh: “Do as I say-- now. That’s my boy, isn’t it?”
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| Y H: “I’m sorry, sir. It was an accident. I didn’t-- ”
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| Neh: “Thank you for-- bringing him home. You’re a good friend.”
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| [ACT II]
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| H: “Your father would be proud of you.”
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| Jar: “Well, I’m not a farmer like he was. But town constable is
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| honest work. And with troublemakers like Claxon around, at least
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| I’m never gonna be out of a job.”
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| H: “Jaris-- have you ever-- talked with-- Rena about-- you know,
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| if something-- were to happen to you-- what would happen-- to
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| little Bartoc?”
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| Jar: “Well, no.”
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| H: “Would she raise him? I mean-- I can tell she loves him.”
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| Jar: “Yes, she does-- she and her husband, both. Herc, what are
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| you getting at?”
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| H [Sighs]: “I saw Celesta today-- the messenger of death. She--
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| she came for you.”
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| Jar: “But I’m still here-- and I feel fine.”
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| H: “She’s giving you some extra time to make arrangements for
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| your son.”
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| Jar: “Could it be a mistake?”
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| H: “No. I’m sorry.”
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| Jar: “Always hoped I’d accomplish something before my time
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| came.”
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| H: “But you have. You’ve been someone your neighbors could turn
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| to for help. You stood up for them.”
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| Jar: “I haven’t done enought. Decent people can’t even walk the
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| streets. Claxon-- others like him. I’m leaving my son to grow
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| up in a world full of vicious animals!”
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| H: “He’ll grow up in a world with people who love him. That’s
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| more important.”
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| Jar: “I gotta think this through. Some things I gotta do. How
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| much time? Did she say?”
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| H: “Not much-- one day.”
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| Y Jar: “It’s all your fault! If he hadn’t run away, he’d still
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| be alive!”
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| Neh: “Jaris-- ”
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| Y Jar: “I’m _gonna_ run away myself! And _don’t_ try and stop
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| me!”
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| Y H: “I’ll talk to him.”
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| Y H: “Wow! This is nice.”
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| Y Jar: “Bartoc built it.”
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| Y H: “You guys must have been pretty good pals, huh?”
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| Y Jar: “He was my brother. I always thought he’d come back for
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| me someday-- someday when things had cooled off between him and--
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| ”
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| Y H: “What was it about? The argument?”
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| Y Jar: “Bartoc was hanging around some guys-- my father didn’t
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| like. He said it was for his own good-- that he didn’t wanna
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| _see_ them around here any more.”
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| Y H: “Well, at least he cared-- right? My father didn’t care
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| about me-- still doesn’t. If I was in Bartoc’s place-- I’d never
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| wanna leave here.”
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| Y Jar: “Did Bartoc ever talk about me?”
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| Y H: “Yeah-- of course. All the time.”
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| Y Jar: “Tell me about him-- these last few months.”
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| Y H: “Well-- he-- you ever hear of Cheiron’s academy?”
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| Y Jar: “He went there? That’s gotta be tough.”
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| Y H: “Uh-- it ain’t no picnic. You see, Cheiron’s a Centaur--
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| ’s a great warrior-- doesn’t put up with anything. You learn how
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| to handle yourself-- learn how to look out for each other.”
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| Y Jar: “You and Bartoc-- that’s great!”
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| Dag: “Well-- if it isn’t Mr.
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| ‘Look-at-me-I’m-in-the-academy-now’. What’s your job? Shooing
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| flies off the Centaur?”
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| Y I: “Well, it sure beats this lame excuse for a crew. Ahh!”
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| Dag: “So-- Hercules has taken our dead buddy back to the farm.
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| It makes things simple. Him and the old man are both responsible
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| for putting that poor kik in the ground!”
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| Y I: “Yeah, right-- blame everybody but yourself. Big man.”
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| Dag: “Word is out-- from here to Corinth. As soon as a few more
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| crews get here-- Hercules and the old man are dead meat.”
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| Y I: “You know? This has nothing to do with settling things.
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| This is all about you-- trying to look tough.”
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| Ken: “Check it-- I float like a Harpy-- and sting like a
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| Stymphalian bird!”
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| Y I: “And drop like a rock.”
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| Thug: “Get him!”
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| Dag: “Hey! You tell your buddy, Hercules, we’ll be coming for
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| him and the old man! Stop fighting! He’s gone!”
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| Y I’s Voice: “Herc!”
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| Neh: “You’re another of Bartoc’s friends. Thank you for being
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| here.”
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| Y I: “Well-- I had to come.”
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| Neh: “Hercules-- would you mind saying a few words?”
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| Y H: “Um-- I’m not family.”
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| Y Jar: “Please, Hercules? You were his friend.”
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| Neh: “In some ways, you may have known him better than we did.”
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| Y H [Sighs]: “Bartoc-- was trying to find his way-- he was, uh--
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| trying to find who he-- he really was. That’s not always easy.
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| I-i-it can be tough-- opening up-- talking about how you feel, or
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| admitting that you feel-- lost-- or-- forgotten. Bartoc will
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| always be with you. He’ll be in your hearts. And he’ll hear
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| _your_ thoughts when you think of him-- and he’ll hear mine, too.
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| Iolaus? Wh-wh-what happened? What are you-what are you doin’
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| here?”
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| Y I: “What am _I_ doing here? Herc-- I don’t know _what_ is
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| going on, but Dageth is coming after you. He’s bringing his own
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| gang, and a bunch of others.”
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| Y H: “We need to leave. I-I-- I can draw them away.”
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| Y I: “No, no. No. It won’t work. He’s got a grudge against
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| Bartoc’s father, too. You’re both on his hit list.”
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| Neh: “Hercules-- I’d like you to stay on awhile-- your friend,
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| too.”
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| Y I: “Iolaus.”
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| Neh: “Iolaus-- it’d be good for, uh-- Jaris to have someone to
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| talk to-- who was close to Bartoc.”
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| Y H: “W-we’d be glad to-- Nehemiah.”
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| Y I: “Close to Bartoc? You didn’t _tell_ him, did you?!”
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| Y H: “No.”
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| Y I: “Ya didn’t tell him?”
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| Y H: “No.”
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| Y I: “Oh, do you want me to tell him?”
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| Y H: “No, I don’t want you to”
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| Y I: “Well, I’ll tell him!”
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| Y H: “Iolaus, I don’t wantcha to say _anything_! That mans’ son
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| and that boy’s brother is _dead_ because of me. Any trouble that
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| they’re in-- is my fault. I’ll handle it.”
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| Tid: “Claxon, why?! I kept quiet! You got off!”
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| Cla: “Yeah-- this is just a reminduh [sic]-- in case you change
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| your mind.”
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| Tid: “Ooh! Oh! Oh!”
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| Cla: “Huh? Jaris? What a surprise. You caught me stepping on
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| a bug. I guess that’s some kind of violation. OK? Take me to
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| court-- but I gotta tell ya-- I’m getting tired of you wasting my
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| time.”
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| Jar: “I haven’t got time to waste either, Claxon.”
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| Cla: “Smart man. Oh-- just between us-- I strangled that
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| redhead-- choked the life-- right out of her. And Tidus, there?
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| He saw’r [sic] it all. She was-- frisky, though-- put up a real
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| good fight. I’m thinking of looking up her sister.” [Laughs]
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| Tid [?]’s Voice: “Jaris! Don’t!”
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| Jar: “Should have done that a long time ago.”
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| H: “Why? Why?!”
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| Jar: “No time. If I gotta go, I’m take as many like him with me
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| as I can.”
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| [ACT III]
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| Cel: “This didn’t have to happen, Hercules. I broke the rule.
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| I gave him extra time.”
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| H: “No, I’m the one who’s responsible. I should have stayed
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| with him. He’s afraid of facing death. That’s why he’s-- doing
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| this instead of taking care of his son.”
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| Cel: “You’d better stop him soon. If this keeps up, all the
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| evil he does will outweigh all the good he’s already done in his
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| life-- and Hades won’t permit him into the Elysisn Fields.”
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| H: “I won’t let that happen. I owe it to his father-- and his
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| brother.”
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| Neh: “You’re not afraid to get your hands calloused. Bartoc
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| never had a taste for it.”
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| Y H: “You’ve been doin’ this all your life. I’m just catchin’
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| up.”
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| Neh: “Storm’s comin’. You better hurry, Son.”
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| Y I: “Herc-- they’re here.”
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| Y H: “I know. I saw ‘em-- about 30 by my count.”
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| Y I: “Yeah, well maybe we could have headed them off if we left
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| before-- but now they’ve got us boxed in.”
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| Y H: “Nehemiah wouldn’t have stood a chance-- you know that.
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| What’s on your mind, Iolaus?”
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| Y I: “Ok-- you asked for it. No matter how hard you try, you’re
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| _never_ gonna take that dead kid’s place! So the old man called
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| you ‘Son’-- so what?! You’re not really his son! You can’t make
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| up for killing that kid by stepping into his life!”
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| Y H: “That’s not what I’m doin’!”
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| Y I: “Oh, really? Well, you could have fooled me-- and maybe
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| yourself.”
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| Y Jar: “Hercules, you better come outside.”
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| Dag: “Now, this is _really_ nowhere. No wonder Bartoc couldn’t
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| wait to get away from here-- the place stinks.”
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| Y I: “Yeah, talk about stinks, you guys mind standing downwind a
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| bit? I just had lunch.”
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| Y H: “Cut to the chase, Dageth.”
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| Dag: “Thought you might wanna know-- I got rival crews behind
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| me-- guys who would’ve cut each other’s hearts out a few days
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| ago. But you’re our common cause, Hercules. Thanks to you--
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| we’re too big to stop.”
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| Y Jar: “What’s going on, Hercules? You know who these guys are,
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| don’t you?”
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| Dag: “You’d be Jaris, huh? Knew your brother. Just to show I’m
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| righeous-- I’m willing to cut you a break. Join up-- and you
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| won’t be hurt. You could even take your brother’s place with
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| us.”
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| Y Jar: “What’s he talking about, Hercules?! You neve said
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| anything about Bartoc being in a gang!”
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| Y H: “Jaris, go to the barn-- now.”
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| Gang-Banger’s Voice: “-- going to his Mommy, now?”
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| Dag: “What’s up, Herc? Don’t you think the kid has a right to
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| hear this? Especially considering what you did to his big
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| brother!”
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| Gang-Bangers’ Voices: “Big man! Get ready to rumble!” “Wait,
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| wait, wait.”
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| Dag: “The way I see it-- you’re either with us-- or against us.
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| Come sundown-- everyone against us-- dies. Let’s go.”
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| Y I: “As soon as it get’s dark, maybe we should try and sneak
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| Jaris outta here.”
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| Y H: “No-- he’s safer here where we can watch out for him.”
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| Y H: “Hey! Hey!”
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| Y Jar: “Let-- go ’a me!”
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| Y H: “Jaris-- what are you doin’?!”
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| Y Jar: “They’re those guys my father ran out of town before! I
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| heard what they said! They’re coming for us! I’m not a kid,
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| anymore! I can help fight ‘em! It’s what Bartoc would have
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| done!”
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| Y H: “Jaris, sometimes! Ya gotta fight-- butcha gotta pick your
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| time-- and ya gotta pick your place. Ya can’t be forced into it.
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| Bartoc forgot that-- that’s what got him killed.”
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| Y Jar: “So how’d he really die? In a gang fight? Did Dageth do
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| it?”
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| Y H: “Jaris, go find your father. There’s some things I need to
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| tell him.”
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| Y I: “A-a-ah, Herc, maybe now’s not the time, huh?”
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| Y H: “No-- I should have been honest from the start. I need to
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| tell him what really happened.”
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| 1st Thug: “Come on, come on! I did all the hard work, bashin’
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| that miser-lady over the head. I got the bigger share comin’.”
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| 2nd Thug: “She was sound asleep when we broke in-- would’ve
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| stayed that way, too, had you not made so much racket!”
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| 1st Thug: “Hey-- you still got me to thank. Now, she can’t
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| identify us!”
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| 2nd Thug: “She was blind, you moron!”
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| Jar: “Hello, boys.”
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| A Thug: “Huh?”
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| 1st Thug: “Jaris-- we won these dinars fair and square in a card
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| game.”
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| A Thug’s Voice: “Yeah.”
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| 1st Thug: “You can’t prove we didn’t.”
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|
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| Jar: “You’re right-- I can’t. Guess what? I don’t care.”
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| [Fight]
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| Thug: “He’s gone crazy!”
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| 1st Thug: “Please! Don’t kill me! Look! I confess! Uh!
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| I-I-I’m sorry! It was an accident!”
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| Jar: “Shut up! At least, die like a man!”
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| H: “Jaris! Put the knife down. Let him go!”
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| Jar: “Get out of here, Hercules. This has nothing to do with
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| you!”
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| H: “Put-- the knife down.”
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| Jar: “You’ll have to kill me to stop me. Wouldn’t that be
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| funny? If that was the way it was suppposed to happen all
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| along.”
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| [ACT IV]
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| H: “Not so fast. I’ll deal with you later.”
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| 1st Thug: “Ah-h-h-h-h-h! Uh! Uh!”
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| A Thug’s Voice: “Let’s go!”
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| Jar: “You should have thrown that knife through my heart.”
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| H: “You should listen to your heart. Listen to your brother,
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| Bartoc. He’d tell you that killling isn’t the answer.”
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| Jar: “Don’t you get it? There _is_ no answer. I’m a walking
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| dead man!”
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| H: “But you’re not dead yet. Every moment of life is precious.
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| Spend it with your son. Spend it with the people who love you.
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| Because of me, your brother never had that chance-- but you
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| have.”
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| Jar: “I’m afraid to die, Hercules.”
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| H: “Well-- we all are.”
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| Jar: “I can’t fight it, can I?”
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| H: “None of us can. Once we realize that-- the hard part is
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| over.”
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| Jar: “Will you tell my son about me, someday? And tell him his
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| father loved him?”
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| H: “I will, my friend. I promise.”
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| Neh: “What’s the matter? Jaris said you wanted to see me.”
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| Y H: “Nehemiah, there’s a gang here. Bartoc was one of them.
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| They attacked me. I was fighting them off. Bartoc died because
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| I killed him. It was an accident.”
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| Neh: “Ah-h! Ah-h-h-h! I trusted you! Took you under my roof!
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| I treated you like family.”
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| Y H: “You have every right to be angry. I can’t bring Bartoc
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| back. I’m sorry. But I need to get this out in the open-- in
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| case we don’t get through this one alive.”
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| Y I: “Herc! They’re coming.”
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| Dag: “Keep your eyes open! Don’t give ‘em a chance to slip
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| through!”
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| Gang-bangers [Yell]: “Torch this place and everyone in it! Make
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| them beg for mercy!”
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| Ken: “Burn, baby-- burn!”
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| Y I: “Yo! Jaris! Grab the bucket!”
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| [Fight]
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| Y H: “Duck!”
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| Dag: “You had your chance with us, kid.”
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| Y Jar: “Father!”
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| Neh: “Jar-i-i-i-is! No-o-o-o!”
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| Y H: “Come and pick on somebody your own size, Dageth.”
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| Dag: “That’s the last time you’re gonna put your hands on me.
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| You’re dead meat!”
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| Ken: “Rip his heart out!”
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| Y I: “Hey, Kenickus! Play nice.”
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| Y H: “Come on, Dageth! Is that all you got?! Come on!”
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| Y I: “Get him, Herc!”
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| Y H: “You’re finished, Dageth! Get out!”
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| Y H: “It won’t be the same”
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| Y Jar: “It looks good to me. Thanks, Hercules.”
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| Y I: “Time to hit the road, Herc.”
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| Y H: “Goodbye, Jaris.”
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| Y Jar: “Tell him.”
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| Neh: “Hercules-- I just wanna thank you for-- saving Jaris from
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| the gang. And, uh-- maybe I can be a-- better father to him than
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| I was to Bartoc.”
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| Rena: “Goodbye, Jaris.”
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| H: “He’s with his brother and his father now.”
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| Rena: “I know. Come in. Have something to eat with us,
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| Hercules.”
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| H: “No, no. You, uh-- you go on. I’ll-- I’ll be along.”
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| [Clears throat]
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| Y H: “What’s wrong, Herc?”
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| H: “This makes two people I’ve buried here-- both too young.”
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| Y H: “But you were there for Jaris when he needed you. You have
| |
| nothing to blame yourself for this time.”
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| H: “I still can’t help feeling guilty.”
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| Y H: “With time and understanding those feelings will fade.”
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| H: “But never completely. We have both-- learned a lot along
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| the way.”
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| Y H: “Well, ya gotta live and learn.”
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| H: “Yeah. It’s too bad-- some of the biggest lessons we learn--
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| involve losing people we love.”
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| Y H: “They’re never really gone, right? ‘Cause they’re part of
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| us-- always.”
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| H: “Hmm. Always.”
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