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Bachelor:
	So you’re a votaress of ruse? Where on Earth did you come from?

Devotress:
	No, I don’t like to trick. But when you’re about to be fooled, the situation unties our hands. Where are we?

Haruspicus:
	Well, the muscles are flexing. Meaning we are already inside him. Looks like one of the ventricles.

Devotress:
	What an absurd place, it’s just a piece of taxidermy. This means everything isn’t for real yet. Looks like it hasn’t started.

Bachelor:
	Does it matter at all what it's made of? It's already absolutely clear to me: something is disturbing it. We’ll have to make sectio transversalis to him. Let’s scarify the wall, otherwise we won’t be able to get out of here. What else can be done?

Devotress:
	I know what to do. The one will be tricked who is acting straightforward or thinking logically. Only by miracle it is possible to escape from here and not to ruin anything. But I can make a miracle happen, untie my hands?

Bachelor:
	Be quiet, will you? You're a thief and a liar. How can anyone believe you when you deceive yourself? And my principle is the genuine truth. No matter what happens, I will get to the truth and act by rights. Untie my hands! Medicum morbo adhibere!

Haruspicus:
	Don't command around me, medic! You act by the rights, but your truth will blind you, and you’ll just finish him off. A surgeon’s sensitive hands are needed here, and you will step aside.

Devotress:
	Your sensitive hands kill more often than present life. You will inevitably cause harm. And this smartass won’t consider the losses at all! You both lack mercy!

Bachelor:
	Hmm, looks like we won’t get along. Yet there is only one genuine truth.

Haruspicus:
	Will is able to make any decision the right one, so it is.

Devotress:
	Only your heart can show you which decision will be right. Mind the deceased, not yourself. He's suffering: I don't see it yet but I can feel it, clearly.

Bachelor:
	This is not even a trap, this is a grave. Sub ipsum fumus sumus! I don't care much more feeling for him.

Haruspicus:
	That I can see! You are full of hatred. Stuffed or not, it still breathes, I can hear it. It’s possible to cure, rather than kill.

Devotress:
	How is it possible for you not to kill? You'll kill for sure, remember my words: thats just how it will turn out. But when it comes to me, I might not kill.

Bachelor:
	No, we won't come to a compromise. I suggest our splitting up, the faster the better.

Devotress:
	So, do we split up, or not?

Haruspicus:
	Let's get going. Time’s running out!

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Bachelor:
	So, it's all about trickery to you? Wherever have you come from?

Changeling:
	No, no... I detest trickery. But if we ourselves are to suffer deception, our hands are no longer tied. Where are we?

Haruspex:
	Well, a muscular contraction is there. Means we're already inside of him. This must be one of the ventricles, right here.

Changeling:
	What a silly place... it's stuffed! So it's not real for now? I don't think it has started, yet.

Bachelor:
	Does it matter what it's made of? It's definitely struggling. We need to perform sectio transversalis. Cut the wall. There's no other way out. What else is there to do?

Changeling:
	I know what to do. Those who favor hard logic and direct action are bound to be misguided. Only a miracle can set us free without us having to destroy something. And I can do miracles. Just let me.

Bachelor:
	Will you please be quiet? You're a liar and a thief. Who is going to believe you when you keep lying to yourself? The truth is my shepherd; whatever happens, I will find answers, and justice will be restored. I will perform the operation. Medicum morbo adhibere.

Haruspex:
	Don't you go all bossy on me, clever clogs! You will act justly, but your justice will blind you and become his demise. This calls for the gentle hand of a surgeon. Step aside, both of you.

Changeling:
	Your “gentle hands” are used to killing, not giving life. You will inevitably do harm. As for brainy, he has no regard for casualties at all. Neither of you knows compassion.

Bachelor:
	Yes… it seems unlikely that we'll get along well, but there's only one truth.

Haruspex:
	Any choice is right as long as it's willed, that's the truth of the matter.

Changeling:
	Only the heart will show you the right choice. Stop thinking about yourselves, think of the sick! He's in pain. I can't see it yet, but I can feel it.

Bachelor:
	It's not even a trap, it's a grave. Sub ipsum fumus sumus. Can't say I hold a soft spot for it.

Haruspex:
	I can see that. You're full of hate. Stuffed or not, it's breathing. I can hear it. It can be healed, rather than killed.

Changeling:
	You mean you won't become a killer? But you will! Mark my word, that's exactly what will happen! But I can avoid it.

Bachelor:
	No... we won't ever get along. I suggest we be on our way. The sooner the better.

Changeling:
	Off we go then?

Haruspex:
	Let's go. The clock is ticking…