Story
Sariel
The Dead (49)
- So many dead… on my behalf.
- They’ll want to bury their sons.
- We owe their families.
- We owe them.
- What are you doing?
- If you had succeeded…
- It’s for the best.
- I’m afraid you were right, Rickart.
- What would be left of the man?
- But he’s… dead.
- Then we have nothing to lose.
- What if they could have their sons back?
- He's...
- He's... dead.
- I failed.
- Come quickly!
- That must be them!
- Grave robbery is common enough.
- Hmph. That proves nothing.
- Pranks… hoaxes and the like, too.
- Well, he’s certainly not here.
- ... we must not harm him.
- If our dear “friend” is… still alive...
- This could be a breakthrough.
- Whatever did this is… inhuman.
- And you believe the rumors?
- I pray they’re mistaken.
- Including the one you tried to resurrect.
- This is it.
- Where you sent the dead miners.
- ... corpsemonger.
- Excuse me.
- Stay away!
- We just want to talk.
- We want no more of your favors...
- Don’t hurt him!
- Look.
- See what we’ve accomplished?
- Unfortunately… I do.
- We need him… alive.
- What?
- (groans)
- Is… that you?
- You're alive.
- I’d hardly call it that.
- Return him to death.
- Whatever you did to Nicholas.
- You must undo it.
- You’re telling me he’s alive?
The Guardian (34)
- I’m afraid I can’t do that.
- Promise me…
- Put an end… to this…
- What?
- I know he’s in there!
- Open up!
- And all of us… from death.
- I’m trying to save their son…
- Listen. I’m trying to help them… and you.
- These people don’t need to live forever.
- They just need to live well.
- I thought you wanted to help “humanity.”
- If you won’t listen to them… then at least listen to me.
- You brought this mob?
- … Rickart
- And now you have to set things right.
- I know he’s in there… what’s left of him.
- What’s the meaning of this?
- Where is Nicholas!?
- You turned him into a beast.
- But you lack vision.
- Enough!
- I’m afraid I cannot help you or them.
- You have a kind heart.
- You hear that?
- I want my boy back.
- Wait! Sariel—
- Please, will you not hear them out?
- I’ll be all right.
- Wait for my signal.
- Stop! Put him down!
- I’m not giving myself up to this… bloodthirsty horde.
- Let’s keep this civilized.
- One wrong move… and my guarding will step in.
The Experiment (27)
- (gasps in shock)
- Let me be the experiment.
- (groans in pain)
- All of this needs to stop.
- Is that not enough?
- The first one we found.
- This is what you want?
- This research… look what it’s done to you.
- Where is the specimen?
- You need to stop.
- You're alive.
- You've only prolonged my suffering.
- ... Rickart?
- In the chaos, I dragged you away.
- Not all were so… lucky.
- What… what happened?
- It’s where it belongs.
- (anger) I saved your life.
- (indignant) So what? You want me to die? Is that it?
- But this is about more than me.
- For all… of us.
- I will do this for you.
- Imagine if we could heal the mortal condition.
- It… it… (groans)
- Just stop.
- Life… without death.
- You’ve only prolonged my suffering.
The Search (26)
- What kind of godling are you?
- Almost… swollen.
- And if it’s not?
- If it is… what I think it is.
- Then we are lucky.
- Then we keep searching.
- This could be the key to eternity’s lock.
- This egg… it’s unusual.
- Don’t worry.
- It may still have a use.
- These useless peasants.
- This isn’t our prize.
- What have they done?
- You there… collect the remains.
- It’s fertile… but unhatched
- Perhaps something is wrong?
- Sariel…
- Take me to it.
- There’s… word from below.
- They fear what they do not know.
- They found an ovum?
- Yes, but… the men won’t go near it.
- It’s a calculated risk.
- This is madness.
- We must free the unborn.
- You’re right.
The Egg (24)
- Goodbye, Sariel.
- All things must end.
- Imagine… Ruk.
- We could be gods.
- We could be tireless, ageless, endless.
- Even you, Sariel.
- But no purpose.
- Do you hate me? For what I’ve done to you.
- What do you want?
- You have ambition…
- As you requested…
- I am Ruk.
- Not easy to find…
- This egg.
- You’ve done well, Rickart.
- Go ahead then.
- I can’t save you… from yourself.
- I want it all.
- The source of all our troubles.
- There he is!
- This man that turned my son into a ghoul.
- (gasps) Please… don’t hurt me.
- (strange, bestial noise)
- I… I just… want things to be like they were.
The Resignation (18)
- Well, run off then.
- Your replacement is almost ready anyway.
- And where’s the ossinite I asked for?
- Enjoying a long break while I slave away?
- Give me a hand.
- No… I refuse.
- Well, come on.
- Where have you been?
- I can no longer go on with this research.
- What?
- It serves you and your ambitions.
- Look around you.
- Oh, don’t be so dramatic.
- This does not serve humanity...
- What’s this really all about?
- I have work to do.
- I'm sorry it has to be like this.
- Is that all?
The Crow (15)
- In its most pure form.
- No… we need their birthright.
- The Mether’s Gift…
- We need not their unborn.
- Is that… you?
- I… I am Ruk.
- … Rickart?
- (grunts in pain)
- I won’t let you rot.
- In this… maddening search.
- This is for you… old friend.
- You chose to join me in exile.
- But I’m not sorry.
- I’ve been reckless… selfish… obsessive.
- You were right… Rickart.