A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Sorry. I was kind of lost in thought.
آسفة، كنتُ غارقةً في التفكير
Sorry … War etwas in meinen
Gedanken versunken …
Lo siento, estaba pensando en algo.
Lo siento, estaba pensando en algo.
Désolée,
j’étais perdue dans mes pensées.
Scusami, ero persa nei miei pensieri.
Desculpa, eu estava pensando
em algumas coisas...
Прости. Я что-то задумалась немного.