forked from PGR/ascnet
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32 lines
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1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory78.jpg
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2 2 401 1 210
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3 3 301 DialogEnable The Forsaken mill in and out of the radar station, checking signals and performing maintenance.
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4 4 301 Lucia is uploading her mission report, while Liv stands next to the ocean, gazing into the distance. Lee, on the other hand, is recording his battle notes.
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5 5 201 1 1101001
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6 6 301 1 Watanabe ...So you have nothing to do? 1
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7 7 301 Watanabe Leaving the heavy lifting to your underlings, eh? 1
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8 8 302 I could say the same for you. 100 No way. 100
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9 100 204 1 1
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10 9 301 Watanabe I see that you've improved, Commandant. 1
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11 10 302 Why this all of a sudden? 11
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12 11 301 Watanabe Your skin's gotten thicker. 1
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13 12 302 ... 13
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14 13 301 Watanabe ...Just kidding. 1
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15 14 301 Watanabe ...Not funny? 1
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16 15 302 Heh. 16
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17 16 202 1
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18 17 301 The leader of the Forsaken smiles faintly. He leans against the seaside railing and falls silent. Derek's whistling is all that's audible for a while.
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19 18 301 ...
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20 19 301 Without making a sound, Clark appears behind Watanabe.
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21 20 301 The elderly leader moves the remaining half of the cigarette out of his mouth and puffs, silhouette barely visible in the fog. Clark puts his cigarette out and turns to the revered leader of the Forsaken.
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22 21 201 1 1101001 1 -400
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23 22 201 2 500154 400
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24 23 301 1 Clark Ahem... Hey boss... you still look as young as you did back then. Good old times, they were. 2
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25 24 301 Watanabe ... 1
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26 25 301 Clark We'll take care of that guy—Captain Morse, I mean. 2
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27 26 301 Watanabe ...Yeah, I know. 1
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28 27 301 Watanabe He chose to trust... and I can't betray this trust. 1
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29 28 202 1 2
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30 29 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin Watanabe didn't really say it, but you know that half of his words are meant for you.
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