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We're all a little colorless in the face...
When the Cure sets upon us, and we are sicker than the Illness.
So go ahead, leave.
Leave.
Dont... Leave.
Stay.
I was lying.
I was LYING.
So call me out, I'm a liar.
I'm a liaraliaraliaraliar.
So kill me.
So what?
So I'm finshed I'm gone I'm done I'm... still here?
So you're right.
So it was you all along?
So I figured.

There are noises outside. The doors are breaking, the walls shaking, the clocks repeating and falling away, the knowledge is fleeing and cursing our weakest minds, the time is leaving and running from... from what?
From me?
From you?
From the Watcher?
From the Hunter.
They don't run from us.
They don't run from the Hunted.
It hungers for our faces. For what else?
For the Knowledge?
For the Illness we have?
For the Everything of us?
For.... for me alone.
You leave.
Leave.
I'm not lying this time.
It's coming for me.
So run, lock your door.
Run.
Run.
Run...
No one runs faster than you can.
So please.... run.
Far... far away...?

But that's not what I want,
The damned beast is Wanting in the shadows.
It is Hungering and...
And I could kill it.
I could kill it... if you stayed.
So I was lying.
Don't run.
Don't leave.
Stay,
Stay,
Stay.
The cities are burning around us and the beast is among Them.
Them?
Them... They are gone, I knew Them once but no longer.
I was one of Them once.
I was one of the Legions of... Blank.
Blank?
Yes.
No!
We... we weren't blank.


So we'll...
[Run Like Hell.]