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So, Justice, it seems if your time has come.
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How did such a... feeble old man... defeat me?
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This is my responsibility.
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A parent should be responsible for his dead son... Am I wrong?
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Son...?
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Are you saying that Testament... that Gear... was your son?
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My stepson... I took him in during the Crusades...
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Such a kind lad... He volunteered to be a
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soldier. He thought it would make me happy! Whatever he saw during
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that war, all that bloodshed... it drove him mad. I... I had no choice.
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I see...
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Unlike the other Gears, I knew he wasn't completely mine...
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Feelings for his parent... Love... I suppose... He still felt such emotions...
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...Perhaps, in his diseased mind... He thought he was doing all this... for you.
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Now... I understand... why my... power... was... limi... ted...
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So saying, Justice breathed his last.
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So, Justice... It is done...
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My duty has been fulfilled...
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But perhaps... perhaps I pushed myself a bit too far...
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I feel a bit... sleepy...
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