Narration(Kore): Thirty-eight sets of screams pound into my skull.
Narration(Kore): Two have been pulled out by their comrades.
Narration(Kore): One voice…
Narration(Kore): …is getting much weaker.
Di: What happened? What is that?
Di: Is that…? Is he…?
Di: Oh God…
Kore: You’re not going to faint on me, are you? I know you’re sensitive. I’ve got to put the house back together.
Di: No...wait!
Di: This was on my desk. It’s yours, right?
Kore: So it seems.
Kore: Oh Di…this house…the injuries the hatred…power…death…
Thought(Kore): …and a ransom.