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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam
Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae
Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Eleison
O quam sancta,
Quam serena,
Quam benigna
Quam amoena
O castitas lilium
Oh no, don't worry, I am not going to kill Lhybil.
This is how the original story I wrote ended. By Lhybil being shot in the head by Carl. And as clumsy as Carl is, it took several agonozing minutes for Lhybil to actually die, though there was nothing to save him. Have a translated bit from my draft.
He did shoot me! He did! The fucker finally grew some backbone...oh god it hurts so much like if my brain's on fire!
He's saying something...I don't know what.
I can't hear him over the blood pulsing and spilling on the floor.
This is certainly nothing I would expect. I am going to die after all I've been through...
I can't breathe.
"You....fuck...ing...bastard!"
I manage to scream yet it comes out in less than whisper.
I see a black roses in my vision...that's upcoming unconciousness...or in this case probably oblivion....
Farewell.
Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae
Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Eleison
O quam sancta,
Quam serena,
Quam benigna
Quam amoena
O castitas lilium
Oh no, don't worry, I am not going to kill Lhybil.
This is how the original story I wrote ended. By Lhybil being shot in the head by Carl. And as clumsy as Carl is, it took several agonozing minutes for Lhybil to actually die, though there was nothing to save him. Have a translated bit from my draft.
He did shoot me! He did! The fucker finally grew some backbone...oh god it hurts so much like if my brain's on fire!
He's saying something...I don't know what.
I can't hear him over the blood pulsing and spilling on the floor.
This is certainly nothing I would expect. I am going to die after all I've been through...
I can't breathe.
"You....fuck...ing...bastard!"
I manage to scream yet it comes out in less than whisper.
I see a black roses in my vision...that's upcoming unconciousness...or in this case probably oblivion....
Farewell.
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