"I'm sorry dreath..."
[b]the guard hits him again with the baton and throws him out of a door. He turns to dreath[/b]
[u]"why are you in the possession of a registered war criminal..."[/u]
English
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[i]HE'S NOT A WAR CRIMINAL[/i]
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[b]wheatley lay on the floor, bleeding. His eyes glazed over and too weak to actually move them. He simply stares as the guard angrily walks toward dreath[/b] [u]"this man has broken more than 36 conventions in the battle of Crux alone, imagine what he had done before! What he would have done afterward! This man deserves far worse than death, but death is the only thing I can deliver"[/u] "It's... True..." [b]wheatley gasps for air as his lungs begin to fail him[/b]
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[i]NO, it can't be[/i]
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[u]"if you don't believe me, take it from him."[/u] [b]as he speaks he lifts Wheatley by the neck and slowly starts to strangle him.[/b] "ITS TRUE!" [b]he screams and struggles against his hand before the guard laughs and throws him at another[/b] "[u]get em to the infirmary, I want to be there for his execution[/u]"
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[b]He falls to his knees and stays silent[/b]
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"DREATH!" [b]the guard drags him off down a hall toward an infirmary [/b]
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[b]You see his red light flickering before he dissapears[/b]
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"NO! LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!" [u]"you'll see him soon enough..:"[/u] "GOD DAMN IT, DREATH ANSWER ME!"
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(End)