"... Of course [i]that thing[/i] is here."

That one again. That foul odor. That unpleasant feeling on the air.

Of course it's here. Where else would it be? It's going to lurk in the most vile, unpleasant location it can find. Just hearing its voice is bad enough.

I can't understand why Mathiassen-san wants to try talking to it. It's a monstrosity. It's a rotten thing that shouldn't be here in the first place. All it will do is laugh and do whatever it wants. There's no point in talking to something like that.

If I knew where it was, I'd hit it with one of my bombs. I don't know if I'd be successful, but at least I have to try.

The dead, that vile jester. A city that has succumbed to the end...

I cannot allow such things to cloud my judgement. I have to do everything I can, without fail, to ensure that we succeed. There's no point otherwise.

---The air smells like rot. It's itching at my nose, burning away at my senses. The death smell of countless corpses.

I wish I could simply burn them all away, but I couldn't possibly accomplish such a thing, and attempting to do so would be counterproductive to our duty. All I can do is watch every possible angle of approach the jester could come from as I follow Laruelle-san.