[It's so easy to kill. He doesn't even have to think about it. The way he moves, the things he does--they are not human.
There must be some end to the attacking troops, mustn't there? Yet there are always more and more, coming toward him endlessly. When and where will it stop?
Suddenly alarmed, he turns back toward the cottage. He feels cold. It's been left unguarded for too long, the Professor within. He feels the sudden urge to retreat, to make sure the man is safe. He calls out to the woman who is, for now, his comrade.]
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There must be some end to the attacking troops, mustn't there? Yet there are always more and more, coming toward him endlessly. When and where will it stop?
Suddenly alarmed, he turns back toward the cottage. He feels cold. It's been left unguarded for too long, the Professor within. He feels the sudden urge to retreat, to make sure the man is safe. He calls out to the woman who is, for now, his comrade.]
Stay here and hold them off. I'll be back.