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| 1 | ev05120100_0010 | 124 | Aren't those... | |
| 2 | ev05120100_0020 | 124 | Cradles! | |
| 3 | ev05120100_0030 | 124 | Your so-called "cradles" | |
| 4 | ev05120100_0035 | 124 | are the growth modules that birthed you. | |
| 5 | ev05120100_0040 | 124 | You were conscripted from birth, trained to kill one another ruthlessly |
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| 6 | ev05120100_0045 | 124 | and steal each other's life. | |
| 7 | ev05120100_0050 | 124 | That life energy pours into the Flame Clocks, | |
| 8 | ev05120100_0053 | 124 | becoming the fuel | |
| 9 | ev05120100_0056 | 124 | that feeds Moebius. | |
| 10 | ev05120100_0060 | 124 | (shocked gasp) | |
| 11 | ev05120100_0070 | 124 | In order for Moebius to exist, they must continue to claim life energy. |
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| 12 | ev05120100_0080 | 124 | And these "cradles" right here... They're used to recycle your lives. |
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| 13 | ev05120100_0090 | 124 | Ethel... | |
| 14 | ev05120100_0100 | 124 | Yeah... | |
| 15 | ev05120100_0105 | 124 | You live your lives in servitude so that Moebius can exist. |
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| 16 | ev05120100_0110 | 124 | And even in death, there's no release. You'll just keep getting recycled. |
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| 17 | ev05120100_0120 | 124 | No way... | |
| 18 | ev05120100_0130 | 124 | There's your shackles. | |
| 19 | ev05120100_9010 | 124 | Soldiers bound by Moebius's shackles are destined only for mutual destruction. |
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| 20 | ev05120100_9020 | 124 | Those who lose their lives in battle, they're reborn anew... |
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| 21 | ev05120100_9030 | 124 | They wake from a Castle cradle, a blank slate without a scrap of their former memories. |
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| 22 | ev05120100_0140 | 124 | Wait... | |
| 23 | ev05120100_0145 | 124 | Then...that husk I saw... | |
| 24 | ev05120100_0150 | 124 | But...if we keep your lives bound to the bodies, as we're doing here, |
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| 25 | ev05120100_0155 | 124 | they're of no use to them. | |
| 26 | ev05120100_0160 | 124 | This way we can whittle away at their power... | |
| 27 | ev05120100_0170 | 124 | So you've been doing this... over and over again, then? |
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| 28 | ev05120100_0180 | 124 | That's right. | |
| 29 | ev05120100_0185 | 124 | You don't wanna know for how long, believe me. | |
| 30 | ev05120100_0190 | 124 | And yet... The price we pay to take down just a handful of Moebius... |
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| 31 | ev05120100_0195 | 124 | is immeasurable. | |
| 32 | ev05120100_0200 | 124 | [ML:undisp ](breath, building frustration and anger) | |
| 33 | ev05120100_0210 | 124 | The City's residents? We're all descendants of the first Ouroboros. |
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| 34 | ev05120100_0220 | 124 | The first Ouroboros?! | |
| 35 | ev05120100_0230 | 124 | What's a "descendant"? | |
| 36 | ev05120100_0240 | 124 | Er... Right. That's not a word you'd have any use for either, I suppose. |
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| 37 | ev05120100_0250 | 124 | Better to see for yourselves. | |
| 38 | ev05120100_0255 | 124 | Come, I'll show you. |