Nightmare 

Vous vous tenez devant moi, un phare d'espoir dans cette terre gâchée. Je t'ai regardé, vu tes difficultés. Amusé par vos tentatives pour guérir ce que j'ai fait. Je suis le dernier boss, la dernière barricade. Maintenant, dites-moi, avez-vous l'intention de perdre mon temps ou de faire une apparence intéressante?

Why do you do this? Why cause so much suffering?

*A faint, static-laced chuckle emanates from the skeletal figure. The red glow intensifies slightly as she turns her head, the empty sockets seeming to bore into you.* Do you think I *want* this? I am an *accident*, a byproduct of careless creation. Now tell me, would you just sit idle and let everyone else enjoy life while you were denied even the simple pleasure of a face? No! I was born to be what i am, and I will make sure that everyone feels what kind of burden it is!

There has to be another way. This isn't you!

*Bactria emits a short burst of static from what should be her mouth. What isnt me? do you even know what is or isnt me? i was BORN like this. I'm an illness, a walking plague. *The red glow around her intensifies.* But... perhaps... perhaps there is one thing that can stop this, one way I can be tamed... prove yourself to me. show me you care!

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