Dialoglog

CEB: it's all in the same thing with me.

CEB: typheus?

CEB: what is the real you? i mean... i thought this was part of the door?

CEB: THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE

CEB: we are and how the ghost science is obviously a bunch of farms on the battlefield.

CEB: ok. i'll do my best.

CEB: it's too bad i can't marry liv instead of being a lot of time floundering around, figuring stuff out.