One Shot Page #3

Here, take it.

I can not. We are different.

My system bumped the previous

tablet that you gave me.

It is a medicine for the pain.

For you, but our bodies are not.

Tolerate your resources

We heal themselves.

Previously it was faster, but

since we have contact with people

began to deteriorate our systems.

How to cure you then?

Door magie.

Magic?

I'm very disappointed in you, Antarah.

How have I failed?

Where is the body?

We have yet to find the man.

Ldioot. The body in the ravine.

The body that I forbade you to touch.

The man has hair.

He claims that she's alive.

If you've caught that human brood,

the woman. please bring me

Why did you save me?

You remind me of someone.

Someone a second chance

deserved but never received.

I wish you were my own.

- Would not you like me?

- That's not it.

We married. Did you read about that?

Yes, something.

- Were you ever married?

- Yes. Ever.

Is there something wrong?

I am sorry I will not talk about it.

She is the woman I see before

me when I close my eyes.

Sarah.

We were heading to the doctor

when the invasion began.

We would have a son.

It's been a long time ago.

When you helped me...

When you asked me to close my eyes...

I thought of my mother.

It's weird.

I now understand something

she once told me.

She told me that we are free to choose,

but that we are bound by

what is selected. his

My choices have led me here.

If I had never taken that book,

I would have never met.

Do you see that?

On the main screen.

Why do they make him just wondering?

Is alive he is worth more dead.

Launch the bird.

Lndrukwekkend weapon. A SL9.

Incredibly accurate even at 2100 meters.

I heard de.408 bullets fly faster

and with ball. Over een. 50 caliber power

Why are you here, man?

Your rebellion is almost over.

Have you so easily fooled by

the propaganda of the few?

You are mistaken in me, my

people and our beliefs.

You essentially change our

prejudices and ideals.

Your ideals are worth fighting.

But those ideals are only a

mask of a hypocritical nation.

A chilling weapon, right?

The size and shape of the

blade made for stabbing,

threading and kill.

I know the wounds that makes such a weapon.

After almost a year on

your planet have fought

I came home.

I found my child lying in the street,

stabbed by a soldier or other people.

That was not me.

My wife with the same weapon slaughtered.

She was like an animal eroded

and then shot through her head.

I promise I will not rest

is wiped out to the last man.

Please.

His wife and child are murdered too.

You are brave. You risk your

life for this man after all.

He has not caused your suffering.

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