1.Lara Ravel: Who are you?.. Did the Arfist send you?.. What are those stains on your clothes?
2.Haruspicus: I am son to Isidor Burakh. My name is Artemiy.
2.Haruspicus: Where? Oh... I see. Everywhere. That's blood.
1.Lara Ravel: What do you want, killer?
2.Haruspicus: I am no killer.
3.Lara Ravel: Are you telling the truth? Look me in the eye.
4.Haruspicus: No, I did kill... But I had my own causes to.
5.Lara Ravel: Well... We all do bad things. We must smooth out their effects with our good deeds. The worse the deed, the more good deeds we must do.
6.Haruspicus: What must I do to restore my good name in your eyes?
7.Lara Ravel: You made people feel pain. Now, save a few diseased ones from it.
8.Haruspicus: By what means?
9.Lara Ravel: They say, that the Sand Plague is so terrible, that people die of pain. They think that they are drowning in boiling oil. Giving painkillers to these poor souls is a dangerous and, even, heroic deed. Go to the infected area and help those, who are in agony!
10.Haruspicus: Ok, I'll do as you ask.
10.Haruspicus: Painkillers aren't that easy to find. I have better uses for them.
4.Haruspicus: I haven't killed one man.
5.Lara Ravel: ...Not only are you a killer, you are also a liar! The former is terrible and the latter is disgusting. I don't' want to speak to you, go away.
6.Haruspicus: Stupid bitch.
6.Haruspicus: So, we can never make friends?
7.Lara Ravel: Well... We all do bad things. We must smooth out their effects with our good deeds. The worse the deed, the more good deeds we must do.
8.Haruspicus: What must I do to restore my good name in your eyes?
9.Lara Ravel: You made people feel pain. Now, save a few diseased ones from it.
10.Haruspicus: By what means?
11.Lara Ravel: They say, that the Sand Plague is so terrible, that people die of pain. They think that they are drowning in boiling oil. Giving painkillers to these poor souls is a dangerous and, even, heroic deed. Go to the infected area and help those, who are in agony!
12.Haruspicus: Ok, I'll do as you ask.
12.Haruspicus: Painkillers aren't that easy to find. I have better uses for them.
2.Haruspicus: Tell me where can I find this man that I'm looking for.
3.Lara Ravel: I won't tell you anything. Go away.
4.Haruspicus: You won't even listen to me?
5.Lara Ravel: Well... We all do bad things. We must smooth out their effects with our good deeds. The worse the deed, the more good deeds we must do.
6.Haruspicus: What must I do to restore my good name in your eyes?
7.Lara Ravel: You made people feel pain. Now, save a few diseased ones from it.
8.Haruspicus: By what means?
9.Lara Ravel: They say, that the Sand Plague is so terrible, that people die of pain. They think that they are drowning in boiling oil. Giving painkillers to these poor souls is a dangerous and, even, heroic deed. Go to the infected area and help those, who are in agony!
10.Haruspicus: Ok, I'll do as you ask.
10.Haruspicus: Painkillers aren't that easy to find. I have better uses for them.
1.Lara Ravel: Can I help you?
2.Haruspicus: I'm looking for Stakh Rubin. Where can he be?
3.Lara Ravel: It is your good luck that I know where he is. But what do you need him for? You want to take vengeance on him?
4.Haruspicus: What for?
5.Lara Ravel: He threatened to punish you. He believes that you killed Isidor. It isn't so, isn't it?
6.Haruspicus: Of course not.
7.Lara Ravel: So why do you need him.
8.Haruspicus: I'm making the panacea, just as he is. I want to find out about his results.
9.Lara Ravel: Do you give me your word, that you will never reveal this place to anyone? Can you swear on your father's memory?
10.Haruspicus: Yes.
11.Lara Ravel: There was a fight at the abandoned warehouses near the Factories. The citizens found the lair of the rogue Braga. His men were the first that went about cutting... oh... cutting people! Rubin has secretly infiltrated that area. He was called to help the wounded. Look for him there.
12.Haruspicus: Thank you Lara.
10.Haruspicus: No. I won't swear on my father's memory.
11.Lara Ravel: Your fear speaks for itself. I won't reveal to you where he is.
12.Haruspicus: As you wish.
8.Haruspicus: I want to speak to him. About my father's death as well.
9.Lara Ravel: You have a terrifying face... No I cannot tell you where he is. You have something bad on your mind.
10.Haruspicus: Ok, I'll find him without your help.
10.Haruspicus: Ok, Lara. I'm making a remedy from the Sand Plague. I need his advice.
11.Lara Ravel: Do you give me your word, that you will never reveal this place to anyone? Can you swear on your father's memory?
12.Haruspicus: Yes.
13.Lara Ravel: There was a fight at the abandoned warehouses near the Factories. The citizens found the lair of the rogue Braga. His men were the first that went about cutting... oh... cutting people! Rubin has secretly infiltrated that area. He was called to help the wounded. Look for him there.
14.Haruspicus: Thank you Lara.
12.Haruspicus: No. I won't swear on my father's memory.
13.Lara Ravel: Your fear speaks for itself. I won't reveal to you where he is.
14.Haruspicus: As you wish.
6.Haruspicus: And what do you think?
7.Lara Ravel: Oh, I don't know what to believe!
8.Haruspicus: If there are any problems, Rubin is able to stand up for himself.
9.Lara Ravel: So why do you need him.
10.Haruspicus: I'm making the panacea, just as he is. I want to find out about his results.
11.Lara Ravel: Do you give me your word, that you will never reveal this place to anyone? Can you swear on your father's memory?
12.Haruspicus: Yes.
13.Lara Ravel: There was a fight at the abandoned warehouses near the Factories. The citizens found the lair of the rogue Braga. His men were the first that went about cutting... oh... cutting people! Rubin has secretly infiltrated that area. He was called to help the wounded. Look for him there.
14.Haruspicus: Thank you Lara.
12.Haruspicus: No. I won't swear on my father's memory.
13.Lara Ravel: Your fear speaks for itself. I won't reveal to you where he is.
14.Haruspicus: As you wish.
10.Haruspicus: I want to speak to him. About my father's death as well.
11.Lara Ravel: You have a terrifying face... No I cannot tell you where he is. You have something bad on your mind.
12.Haruspicus: Ok, I'll find him without your help.
12.Haruspicus: Ok, Lara. I'm making a remedy from the Sand Plague. I need his advice.
13.Lara Ravel: Do you give me your word, that you will never reveal this place to anyone? Can you swear on your father's memory?
14.Haruspicus: Yes.
15.Lara Ravel: There was a fight at the abandoned warehouses near the Factories. The citizens found the lair of the rogue Braga. His men were the first that went about cutting... oh... cutting people! Rubin has secretly infiltrated that area. He was called to help the wounded. Look for him there.
16.Haruspicus: Thank you Lara.
14.Haruspicus: No. I won't swear on my father's memory.
15.Lara Ravel: Your fear speaks for itself. I won't reveal to you where he is.
16.Haruspicus: As you wish.
4.Haruspicus: Your fear speaks for itself.
5.Lara Ravel: Your fear speaks for itself. I won't reveal to you where he is.
6.Haruspicus: As you wish.
2.Haruspicus: No.
1.Lara Ravel: There is a dog, that's howling constantly by my window... what does it want?
2.Haruspicus: Tell me, Lara, did any of the people that trapped a band of marauders in the well not long ago come round to your place?
3.Lara Ravel: How did you guess? Well, yes, there's been a lot of talk about that...
4.Haruspicus: What did they tell you?
5.Lara Ravel: They were arguing if the bandits can get out, but agreed that they can't, only the two Lickahss, the Lickah and the second Lickah Mole, argued that they can.
6.Haruspicus: What were they saying?
7.Lara Ravel: ...You know, they heard some kind of noise behind the Theatre. That particular night. Screams even. The women are superstitious, so they thought it was the earth crying.
8.Haruspicus: The earth crying?
9.Lara Ravel: There is something there, must be. Or perhaps someone. The earth speaks to people in another way. The earth 'screams with twyre' - you know a saying like that? But maybe it's something in the basement of the Theatre.
10.Haruspicus: Maybe... anything is possible.
8.Haruspicus: I'll take a look there.
6.Haruspicus: The majority's opinion is the main thing.
4.Haruspicus: Have they been to that well?
5.Lara Ravel: No, none of them have. Why do you ask?
6.Haruspicus: I want to get there, but I don' know how.
7.Lara Ravel: ...You know, they heard some kind of noise behind the Theatre. That particular night. Screams even. The women are superstitious, so they thought it was the earth crying.
8.Haruspicus: The earth crying?
9.Lara Ravel: There is something there, must be. Or perhaps someone. The earth speaks to people in another way. The earth 'screams with twyre' - you know a saying like that? But maybe it's something in the basement of the Theatre.
10.Haruspicus: Maybe... anything is possible.
8.Haruspicus: I'll take a look there.
2.Haruspicus: It's your superstition, nothing more.
1.Lara Ravel: What's going on? Are they shooting again?
2.Haruspicus: No. You must be hearing things.
1.Lara Ravel: Thank you. I have to stay alive for some more time. As I have one more thing to do. My death won't be wasted now.
2.Haruspicus: What kind of thing is it?
3.Lara Ravel: I have to perform the most valuable of all deeds, that is self-sacrifice. I will repeat what was once done by Simon - life will origin from every particle of mine. The guns won't fire. The city construction will continue. The thread to the future will stretch from the very dawn of time.
4.Haruspicus: But you won't last long. Where is Simon now?
4.Haruspicus: You really believe that this is realizable?
5.Lara Ravel: We are too few now. But even if we are around dozen it will be enough for the city to expand further and higher. Probably for at least twenty more years there will be a place on earth where the day-dreams will be kept and fulfilled. And how many of those like me survived?
6.Haruspicus: I don't care about this. I wanted to save your life not for the sake of the future victims.
6.Haruspicus: There will be more of them than it is now.
2.Haruspicus: You will never die.
2.Haruspicus: Live. Do what you should do.
1.Lara Ravel: I'm waiting for a visitor. We need to talk tete-a-tete...
2.Haruspicus: I guess who's the visitor...
2.Haruspicus: Well. I'm leaving.
1.Lara Ravel: I hear a man's breath. What are you doing here?
2.Haruspicus: Will you answer my question?
3.Lara Ravel: I will. Ask.
4.Haruspicus: Who is the sacrifice that the Order wants from me?
5.Lara Ravel: It is vague. When I look into the future it turns inside out. I begin to lose my mind. There is a trap somewhere here. Be careful!
6.Haruspicus: You did not answer my question.
7.Lara Ravel: It's a trap. You are not allowed to be told about the sacrifice. Don't ask about it. Simply do as your heart bids you.
8.Haruspicus: Ok.
9.Lara Ravel: Should I go, where the birds knock their beaks?
10.Haruspicus: Yes. Go.
10.Haruspicus: No, wait. Not yet.
4.Haruspicus: Who killed Isidor Burakh - my father?
5.Lara Ravel: The Elder Oyun killed your father.
6.Haruspicus: I knew it!
7.Lara Ravel: Should I go, where the birds knock their beaks?
8.Haruspicus: Yes. Go.
8.Haruspicus: No, wait. Not yet.
6.Haruspicus: Are you telling the truth?
7.Lara Ravel: I cannot lie.
8.Haruspicus: I believe you.
8.Haruspicus: I need to rally my thoughts.
9.Lara Ravel: Should I go, where the birds knock their beaks?
10.Haruspicus: Yes. Go.
10.Haruspicus: No, wait. Not yet.
1.Lara Ravel: Go, then, go. I can fell the hole squeezing tighter.
2.Haruspicus: I feel sorry for you.
2.Haruspicus: I'm on my way.
2.Haruspicus: Rest in peace.
1.Lara Ravel: Do you choose me?
2.Haruspicus: Yes. I choose you.
2.Haruspicus: No.