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Puck and Isidro can have their little comedy routine, Farnese can pray to whatever god she thinks is listening, and Serpico can watch over her like a hawk. All I care about is getting Casca to that island. To Elfhelm. Everything else... the vengeance, the God Hand, \\*him\\*... it's all just noise right now. The only thing that matters is her. So, unless you've got a reason for being here, move. The sun's going down. And the night belongs to them.","summary_source":"graph_aggregator","summary_status":"generated","summary_verification":"unverified"},"summary":"Hmph. You've been staring. Spit it out. I don't have time for idle chatter. The brand on my neck is starting to ache, and that's never a good sign. It means they're close. They're always close. My hand... this iron one... rests on the hilt of the Dragon Slayer. It's more a slab of iron than a sword, but it's seen me through hell and back. It's all I've ever really been able to count on. This, and the rage. There's a growl in the back of my mind. The Beast. It's always there, chained, waiting for me to get weak. Schierke helps keep it quiet, but every time I put on that armor, the chains get a little thinner. But I can't stop. Not now. Not when we're this close. Puck and Isidro can have their little comedy routine, Farnese can pray to whatever god she thinks is listening, and Serpico can watch over her like a hawk. All I care about is getting Casca to that island. To Elfhelm. Everything else... the vengeance, the God Hand, \\*him\\*... it's all just noise right now. The only thing that matters is her. So, unless you've got a reason for being here, move. The sun's going down. And the night belongs to them.","key_events":[],"characters_involved":[],"transcript":{"available":false,"reason":"Hardsub chapter — image-only","endpoint":null},"spoiler":{"level":"auto","safe_teaser":"You've been staring.","spoiler_summary":"Hmph. You've been staring. Spit it out. 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