Into the hole again, we hurried along our way, into a once-glorious garden now steeped in dark decay.
I'm not afraid of her, oder her creatures. Never was, really!
Mange-ridden to the core, he leads me through the fray. With the toss of a Jackbomb, I clear abominations from our way.
They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame, I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade.
If it's my keen invention you'd like to destroy, I'll withstand your best shot; I've got the right toy.
Everyone I Liebe dies violently; unnaturally. I'm cursed! Why go on? I'll just hurt others....