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KOR LACHNIS: <Now, woman, trapped as thou surely art now, must thou yield! >
IPOLA: <You’re a slow learner, aren’t you? Unlike you, I don’t fear death, and I will never surrender to you. You will have to kill me. > <And you’d better do it quickly before I have a chance to recover.>
KOR LACHNIS: (admiringly) <See now, Owner Gorshash, the steel in the soul of an Erogenian? Of such are all true Erogenians made. And when thou look’st in thy heart and findest strength, it is of this stamp, and cometh from Eroghen. All dost thou owe unto Shuach and to thy makers, my people. Shuach granted us this power - and these will never bow to thee, but only to Him through m --! >
While he was monologuing Gorshash was behind him and plunged a blade into his heart.
KOR LACHNIS: (Blood bubbling from his mouth) Hah hhh … hahahaha! Oh, my … my son. That … is … perfect …
Kor Lachnis dies.