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We feared you had been caught.
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Ramos, you're hurt.
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It does not matter. There is no time to waste.
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How do we escape? Every gate will be sealed.
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There is a way. We must hurry.
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I have never smelt such foul smelling muck.
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And that from the foulest smelling man in the whole of Atlantis.
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We cannot go on. We must see to his wound.
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We do not stop until we are far from Atlantis.
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The forest lies beyond.
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They will not be able to track us through the trees at night.
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Are we going to fit through?