I only know I am not dead because Murder cannot be killed. I was told that I am now a resident of this "New York;" I was unaware there was an old York. What can you tell me of this city aside from its lust for blood? I can feel their hunger and I want only to feed them. Tell me why I should not be allowed to continue my life's purpose
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Eboracum to Eoforwic to Jórvík to Yerke, Yourke, Yarke and finally York. Interesting, no?
I do believe there are a great number of things you will find you are unaware of.
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Enlighten me.
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Mortals are fickle. History is is built on murder, you should know.
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I was discouraged from such an act; I was told it may result in my own imprisonment or demise. I know not enough of this mortal form to reject valid reasoning.
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Considering the current way of things, it would be most effective to adopt a manner which is discreet.
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For all that it means from a dispossessed queen, Phonos, you are welcome here.
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hihihihihiihi
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im cerberus
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So you, too, have been cast away. How does a dog survive among mortal men?
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And Benjamin Roth is your mortal name. It's what the mortals you interact with will call you.
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[Filter: Makaria]
Carefully. How?
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[Filter: Phonos]
Away from witnesses, of course. And leave no traces.
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[Filter: Makaria]
I will learn.
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Methods change. Motives change. Results change. Purpose remains the same.
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