They say pain's a deal between body and brain. You can break it, throw the pain away, bury it. Whole lotta horseshit.

Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.

If one party is backed into a corner, it is not negotiation, it is extortion.

You play grown-up games, you face grown-up consequences.

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration - Scav edition.