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Oh, listen to you. You can barely even speak His name.
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D'ANNA: We have to agree. We are not leaving our brothers.
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D'ANNA: Enough!
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We have to leave.
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We have to jump and leave them to their fate. There is no other way.
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Mists of dreams drip along the nascent echo and love no more.
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End of Line.
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The Hybrid objects.
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She doesn't get a vote.
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Jump the ship.
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Jump.
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D'ANNA: This disease,