The story has not finished yet.
Truth is not revealed.
And it circulates through an incident.
--It is an infinity loop!

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

Asari are blue,
The Normandy's grey.
Report to the ship -
We'll bang, okay?

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

;-)))

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

Asari are blue,
The Normandy's grey.
Report to the ship -
We'll bang, okay?

Now we'll have to find some other way to keep the children safe.
Eve's been at the drawing board to segregate the human race.
Falling from an altercation, you're put in a situation,
Denied access to the one thing bound to stop you going under.
Now you'll have to face tomorrow with no hope to beg or borrow,
Once you count it up, you know, you're gonna find it's not enough.
Your only hope's to cook the books, pray the man don't choose to look you up.

Asari are blue,
The Normandy's grey.
Report to the ship -
We'll bang, okay?

Моя религия запрещает смеяться над вооруженными людьми.

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

;-)))

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.

Моя религия запрещает смеяться над вооруженными людьми.

Люк Скайвокер - ум, честь, совесть и слава нашей эпoxи!

Моя религия запрещает смеяться над вооруженными людьми.

— Все окончится здесь, демон! Только ты и я... ну, и ещё эти пятеро.

Моя религия запрещает смеяться над вооруженными людьми.