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Why do I have... to die...?
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I fight only for my existence...
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Human... Why do you want to destroy me...?
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My reasons? It's not complicated...
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If someone opposes me, I'll hunt them down! That's all.
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You mean to say I lost to such a base philosophy?
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Your own right to survive... that's what I believe justice is.
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And what you just said is your... personal justice...?
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Justice...? Justice means nothing to me!
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I came to this tournament to avenge the murder of my master, but I was tricked!
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Heh... So you 'miss' this person?
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I have... no connection... to.. emotions like that... I am... a... weapon...
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So saying, Justice, the ultimate Gear, breathed his last.
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As Chipp stared at Justice's pitiful corpse,
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he gradually came to a realization: He hadn't changed at all.
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He was just as reckless as he was during his Mafia days.
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He'd simply traded one vice for another: Crime for revenge.
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Master Tsuyoshi: Those enslaved by vengeance lose the light of virtue.
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How could I not have known such a basic proverb?
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Master...! I couldn't even save the soul of one monster...
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I need more training...!
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