DOCKINEZ: Jasně. Pro mě nejzásadnější okamžik celý hry, i když je to jen sidequest.
Acele - "Anyway, I thought I'd make some, too. It's supposed to be, like, a music place anyway..." She rubs her shoulders and looks around.
PAIN THRESHOLD - The girl is cold all of a sudden. Very cold.
Acele - "I don't really know what I'm doing. They use synthesizers, too. I don't have a synthesizer."
EMPATHY - She looks at the recording device, the thing she thought would fill her hours with joy and escape. It's turning out to be an empty fantasy. She feels childish, very useless all of a sudden.
SHIVERS - The floorboards are twisting and the shooting beams are slowly cracking like bones. Far east of the golden Delta, beyond the industrial port, there is a black patch of unlit coast with the smallest creatures on the ice...
SHIVERS - There will never be a club for anodic music here.
SHIVERS - Not in a million years.
You: "I'm sorry you have to sit here on the ice, feeling miserable. At your age -- or at any age -- in this weather... waiting for it to get dark."
Acele - She looks you in the eye, her pupils wide, surrounded by a ridiculous amount of make-up.
You: "The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side." (Tap on the tape recorder.)
Acele: The wind howls. She remains silent.
EMPATHY - It's real. Tell her.
You: "It's not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now."
Acele: "What is...?" Her shoulders shake a little.
You: "The dark."