Gragu

This one, too.

That’ll do.

Throw it in.

(groans)

It’s the only way.

(grunts) I’ve seen this before.

They were alive once.

Hm. You’re no godling.

What happened here?

Let’s see what lies within your heart.

(sniffs)

Just as I thought…

It’s rotten.

Weak… unworthy.

You seek the Great Flesh?

But these brigands… peasants… children.

What strength have they given you?

Don’t run… when I put you down.

It’s the godling’s flesh I seek. This… “Lavender.”

Now tell me about this... "Lavender".

(chews, then spits)

See. He’s no holy man.

Just another liar.

(deep chuckle)

Look at you, ah, Gragu.

You’re… not real.

Ah, and you are?

… what… was in that man’s… heart?

… What? What is that?

A worm?

Were you… inside me?

Die!

This is the place.

They’ll take care of you, brev.

(grunts) Thanks.

Just… stay away from the hard stuff.

… what are we… drinking to?

To… to the way of all flesh.

You live.

You die.

There’s no escape.

(scoffs) We’re just meat. Slowly… rotting…away.