Viscal concerning the stained glass window. You can put important things together.
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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0 | None |
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1 | None |
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2 | Stained Glass Window | In white, silver, and apricot faïence, the young mother of humanism stands above you. A crack runs across her body. She is impossibly tall, oval-faced and sad -- a dark and radiant majesty. |
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3 | None |
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4 | You | Reconstruct the cracked glass. |
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5 | Stained Glass Window |
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6 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_viscal_whitec_crack"] |
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7 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_viscal_whitec_crack"]) == false |
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8 | Visual Calculus | A jigsaw of broken shards falls into place in front of you: a ghostly reconstruction of the stained glass window. Before it was shattered there was an older woman beneath the younger one -- and a text, a *leitmotiv* below them both. |
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9 | Visual Calculus | The shards glimmer in the dark -- you see little pearls of light on the edges of the crack that splits the female figure. Something was written there... remains of broken letters line the emulsion. What it said, you do not know. |
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10 | You | Turn away. [Leave.] |
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11 | You | How did I know this is the *mother of humanism*? |
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12 | Stained Glass Window |
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13 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_viscal_whitec_dolores"] |
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14 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_viscal_whitec_dolores"]) == false |
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15 | Encyclopedia | Despite the damage you've done to yourself, the title appears lodged in your hippocampus. This is Her Innocence Dolores Dei -- the innocence of humanism, internationalism, and the welfare state -- perhaps the most famous human being ever to have lived. |
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16 | Encyclopedia | It's a mystery. A mystery sprinkled with self-pity and regret. For some reason, unknown to your mind, looking at her delicate eyes makes you feel like you're ready for drowning... |
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17 | None |
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18 | None |
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19 | Encyclopedia | No amount of *Commodore Red* can wipe her sad smile from your brain-thing. It has survived the deluge and haunts you still. And will haunt you forever, as it haunts all men. |
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20 | Encyclopedia | All you know is, this is the young mother of humanity -- and that you should go. Do something else! Escape her sad, worryworn look. |
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21 | You | Kneel. |
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22 | Stained Glass Window | Your knees touch the floor. The floorboards are hard and cold -- there you kneel among the snowdrifts, diffuse light falling on your hands from beyond the glass. |
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23 | Stained Glass Window | Cradled in her arms are a pair of glowing lungs, clearly visible from underneath her flowing dress. You should kneel. |
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24 | Conceptualization | She acknowledges the passing of someone who is still alive... |
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25 | Empathy | You. |
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26 | Stained Glass Window | The mother of humanism stands above you -- a precious and complex wax painting on a single pane of glass. A crack runs across the length of her body, her face oval and sad. |
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27 | Stained Glass Window |
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28 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_greeting_done"] |
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29 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_greeting_done"]) == false |
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30 | You | Look up. |
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31 | Stained Glass Window | The woman looks down at you kneeling. She towers among her followers: architects, laymen, courtiers. There is a sad smile on her lips and a glint in her green-blue eye -- of what? Compassion? Remorse? |
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32 | You | No. |
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33 | You | Close your eyes first. |
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34 | Stained Glass Window | The world is silent, but for the creaks and cracks of the massive wooden structure behind you. It covers you from the wind outside. |
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35 | Inland Empire | In the darkness, you sense her eyes on you, inspecting you with their multicoloured glass. As if you're a bug under a microscope. |
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36 | Shivers | Cold air seeps in through the crack in the glass, cooling the sweat on your forehead. Makes you shudder... |
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37 | Perception (Hearing) | The ocean feels distant. Its ebb and flow blocked off by the centuries-old pinewood sarcophagus around you. |
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38 | Half Light | No, she doesn't care about you. She only cares about her shiny sovereign's orb and her silk robes and getting to the aerodrome on time -- to *leave*! |
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39 | Encyclopedia | This is Her Innocence Dolores Dei. |
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40 | Stained Glass Window |
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41 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_concept_passing"] |
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42 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_concept_passing"]) == false |
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43 | Stained Glass Window |
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44 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_empathy_passing_you"] |
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45 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_empathy_passing_you"]) == false |
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46 | Stained Glass Window |
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47 | Stained Glass Window | IsKimHere() |
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48 | Stained Glass Window | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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49 | Stained Glass Window | Cold wind seeps in from the crack in the glass. Snowdrifts cover the floorboards at your feet. Above, you feel her multicoloured eyes on you. Inspecting you. |
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50 | You | Look up. |
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51 | You | No. |
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52 | Inland Empire | As if under a microscope. |
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53 | You | No. I am not your bug. |
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54 | You | It's compassion. |
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55 | You | It's remorse. |
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56 | You | It's mourning. |
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57 | You | It's not possible to live. |
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58 | Kim Kitsuragi | As that soft word passes through your mind, the lieutenant draws an x-shaped cross from shoulder to shoulder. |
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59 | Kim Kitsuragi | As that great and desperate thought passes through your mind, the lieutenant draws an x-shaped cross from shoulder to shoulder. |
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60 | Stained Glass Window |
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61 | Stained Glass Window | IsKimHere() |
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62 | Stained Glass Window | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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63 | Kim Kitsuragi | As that bitter thought passes through your head, the lieutenant draws an x-shaped cross from shoulder to shoulder. With three fingers. |
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64 | Stained Glass Window |
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65 | Stained Glass Window | IsKimHere() |
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66 | Stained Glass Window | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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67 | Stained Glass Window | That bitter thought passes through your mind as you stand in the apricot-coloured light of the window. The woman keeps smiling her distant smile above you, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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68 | Stained Glass Window | That great and desperate thought passes through your mind as you stand in the apricot-coloured light of the window. Above you, the woman keeps smiling her distant smile, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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69 | Stained Glass Window | That soft word passes through your mind as you stand in the apricot-coloured light of the window. The woman keeps smiling her distant smile, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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70 | Stained Glass Window |
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71 | Stained Glass Window | IsKimHere() |
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72 | Stained Glass Window | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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73 | Kim Kitsuragi | As that useless word passes through your mind, the lieutenant draws an x-shaped cross from shoulder to shoulder. |
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74 | Stained Glass Window | That lonely word passes through your mind as you stand in the apricot-coloured light of the window. The woman keeps smiling her distant smile above you, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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75 | Kim Kitsuragi | As that terrible word passes through your mind, the lieutenant draws an x-shaped cross from shoulder to shoulder. |
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76 | Stained Glass Window |
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77 | Stained Glass Window | IsKimHere() |
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78 | Stained Glass Window | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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79 | Stained Glass Window | That terrible word rings through your mind as you stand in the apricot coloured-light of the window. The woman keeps smiling her distant smile above you, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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80 | Stained Glass Window |
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81 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_knelt_down"] |
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82 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_knelt_down"]) == false |
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83 | You | Do the same as you get up. |
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84 | Stained Glass Window | Your fingertips touch your chest four times. Then you rise from your knees, into the apricot-coloured light of the window. Above you, the woman still smiles her distant smile, sundered by the crack in the glass. |
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85 | You | "Who is this, Kim?" | Variable["church.stained_ency_this_is_dolores_dei"] == false and Variable["tc.dolores_dei_full_church"] == false and IsKimHere() and Variable["church.stained_talked_to_kim_about_dolores"] == false |
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86 | You | "This is Dolores Dei." | (Variable["church.stained_ency_this_is_dolores_dei"] == true or Variable["tc.dolores_dei_full_church"] == true) and IsKimHere() and Variable["church.stained_talked_to_kim_about_dolores"] == false |
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87 | You | I'm not doing that cross either. |
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88 | You | Make the same gesture. |
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89 | Stained Glass Window | Good call. She left us all in the shits, don't give her a single thing. Just stand there in the apricot-coloured light of the window, secretly grinding your teeth. The woman smiles her distant smile, unmoved, struck in half by the crack in the glass. |
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90 | Stained Glass Window | Your fingertips touch your chest four times. When it's done, you're still standing in the apricot-coloured light of the window. The woman smiles her distant smile, unmoved, struck in half by the crack in the glass. |
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91 | Half Light | Serves her right. She only cares about her sovereign's orb and her silk robes and getting to the aerodrome on time -- to *leave*. |
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92 | You | Leave me alone, woman. [Leave.] |
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93 | Stained Glass Window | There she still stands. In white, silver, and apricot, the young mother of humankind. A crack runs across her body. She is impossibly tall, oval-faced and sad -- a dark and radiant majesty. |
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94 | Stained Glass Window |
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95 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_midgreet_quick_exit"] |
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96 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_midgreet_quick_exit"]) == false |
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97 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The old woman in the village was right..." He looks around. "This must be the Dolorian Church of Humanity in Martinaise -- or the Small Pinewood Church in some records..." |
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98 | You | "You knew of the place?" |
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99 | Stained Glass Window |
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100 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["village.ww_dolorian_church_kim_heard"] |
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101 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["village.ww_dolorian_church_kim_heard"]) == false |
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102 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It's a minor landmark, not easy to find. Most maps misplace it..." He lowers his voice. "It was built not long after Revachol's founding, 300 or so years ago by first-generation settlers." |
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103 | You | "What else do you know?" |
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104 | Kim Kitsuragi | "There used to be seven stave churches on the coast. Les Sept Soeurs they call them -- The Seven Sisters. Only one remains. The rest were burnt in the Revolution, or used for building materials." |
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105 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We should be respectful here, although the building appears to be deserted. I do not believe we'll find the instigator here. Something else, perhaps..." He looks at the machinery lying around. |
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106 | Stained Glass Window |
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107 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["TASK.locate_ruby_on_the_coast_done"] |
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108 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["TASK.locate_ruby_on_the_coast_done"]) == false |
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109 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We should be respectful here, although the building appears to be deserted. We have already found the instigator -- I'm not sure what else we could want from here..." He looks around. |
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110 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Yes." He looks around. "I wasn't sure before, but this must be the Dolorian Church of Humanity in Martinaise -- it's called the Small Pinewood Church in some records..." |
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111 | Encyclopedia | On the coast of an uninhabited archipelago, where only animals had roamed before. In the wild reeds. |
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112 | Stained Glass Window |
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113 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.churchdoor_empathy_kimguilty"] |
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114 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.churchdoor_empathy_kimguilty"]) == false |
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115 | Empathy | There it is again -- a small pang of guilt. It's time to ask him what happened here. |
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116 | Empathy | A pang of guilt? The lieutenant is leaving something out. |
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117 | Stained Glass Window |
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118 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["church.stained_kim_empathy_reaction"] |
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119 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["church.stained_kim_empathy_reaction"]) == false |
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120 | None |
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121 | Conceptualization | Respectful? Is the lieutenant a follower of Dolorianism? |
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122 | You | "Do you know *why* it was abandoned?" | Variable["church.tiago_police_raid_discussed"] == false |
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123 | You | Better to not intrude upon him. |
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124 | Stained Glass Window | Cold air seeps in through the crack in the glass. The woman is keeping her colourful eye on both of you. |
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125 | None |
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126 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I have a theory, yes." There's a pause, then he continues: "There was a police raid a while back. I heard the place was shot to pieces." |
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127 | Stained Glass Window |
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128 | Stained Glass Window | Variable["village.ww_dolorian_church_kim_heard"] |
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129 | Stained Glass Window | (Variable["village.ww_dolorian_church_kim_heard"]) == false |
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130 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The old woman in the village was being tactful with us when she didn't mention it. She has more respect for the RCM than many around here." |
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131 | None |
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132 | You | "You're not sure?" | Variable["church.stained_you_did_the_raid"] == true |
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