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2/24/2016 1:08:54 PM
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[b]She turns her head towards him[/b]
"yea.... I kinda recognize you too...., what's your name?"
[spoiler]this is FN scar btw, so she knows him [/spoiler]
English
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"M-my name is Wheatley... W-where you from the fireteam, you know, from the Avalon?" [b]he tries to get up, collapsing again. The mechanic nudges him with his foot and eventually tries to kick him away from where he's sitting[/b]
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"I'm fine... Starving through..." [b]the mechanic turns around[/b] [i]"go on, don't leave this woman in the dark, tell her the monster you are, I was amongst the hunters that destroyed you little abominations[/i]" [b]wheatley sighs and a single bloody tear runs down his face [/b]
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由Cosmic编辑： 2/24/2016 1:40:58 PM[b]the bullet passes him just barely. [/b] "[i]DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT? LISTEN TO HIM!"[/i] "Wisps need to consume human flesh at least once a week to survive, that's why we we're hunted with such prejudice." [i]"and I have no shame in telling you how many of you little monsters I sent screaming back to hell[/i]"
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[b]Wheatley remains silent, looking around the room as security drags him off. He loses his will to be free and just sorta gives up[/b] "[i]I know what they do, lady, I know how they work. On the last day of their 7 day food cycle their instinct takes their mind from them, they don't think, and person nearby is just as much a piece of food as a piece of meat would be to us, and I can tell he's on the rear end of his last day of conscience, gonna need to feed'em, which I wouldn't recommend, or kill em, skin em, and cook em. They taste godly and their skins are worth more than some people's homes.[/i]"
