Out and Bout New York
"Knowing blood about. And heart. Have those. Brain confusing. Understanding brain as intelligence, smartness, creativity. Not understood brain organ. There... are no single-unit lifeforms, home in. Much hard comprehension human medicine without magic. You... you too much alien. I make much mistaking, not likes disrupt local life ways, not desire made minds cease. But doing." It was like a confession, something that burned in his heart, a regret, a sadness he couldn't put aside.
"Sword of Cup cleric intentional, because mistakes I shall making. Is my fault he regained mana from pain; misunderstand trope, 'Russian Guy Suffers Most.' And I reversal he sword grace from harm others to hurts self, in his matrix. Inversion sword of making he blows heal damage instead inflict damage, so I use that sensible, addition cleric class to he role in party." A deep, long sigh. "Does not know humans single unit. I wreckage six lives, six minds, avoided ceasing myself here. Owe they much make atonement."
"How do atone for immortal life anguish of, Taskmistress?"