This is for you… old friend.
You chose to join me in exile.
In this… maddening search.
I won’t let you rot.
This is for you… old friend.
You chose to join me in exile.
In this… maddening search.
I won’t let you rot.
You were right… Rickart.
I’ve been reckless… selfish… obsessive.
But I’m not sorry.
I won’t let you rot.
Imagine…
We could be tireless, ageless, endless.
We could be gods.
I won’t let you rot.
So many dead… on my behalf.
We owe them.
We owe their families.
They’ll want to bury their sons.
What are you doing?
So many dead… on my behalf.
We owe them.
We owe their families.
They’ll want to bury their sons.
I’m afraid you were right, Rickart.
It’s for the best.
If you had succeeded…
What would be left of the man?
What if they could have their sons back?
But he’s… dead.
Then we have nothing to lose.
He's...
He's... dead.
I failed.
Well, he’s certainly not here.
Hmph. That proves nothing.
Grave robbery is common enough.
Pranks… hoaxes and the like, too.
Whatever did this is… inhuman.
If our dear “friend” is… still alive...
... we must not harm him.
This could be a breakthrough.
This is it.
Where you sent the dead miners.
Including the one you tried to resurrect.
And you believe the rumors?
I pray they’re mistaken.
Excuse me.
We just want to talk.
Stay away!
We want no more of your favors...
... corpsemonger.
Don’t hurt him!
We need him… alive.
What?
Look.
See what we’ve accomplished?
Unfortunately… I do.
Whatever you did to Nicholas.
You must undo it.
Return him to death.
You’re telling me he’s alive?
I’d hardly call it that.
Let me be the experiment.
(gasps in shock)
... Rickart?
What… what happened?
In the chaos, I dragged you away.
Not all were so… lucky.
(indignant) So what? You want me to die? Is that it?
(anger) I saved your life.
You’ve only prolonged my suffering.
But this is about more than me.
Imagine if we could heal the mortal condition.
Life… without death.
It… it… (groans)
Just stop.
I will do this for you.
For all… of us.
Where is the specimen?
The first one we found.
It’s where it belongs.
Well, run off then.
Your replacement is almost ready anyway.
Stop! Put him down.
What kind of godling are you?
You’re right.
We must free the unborn.