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.
I've got no regrets!
!لا ندم لديّ
… glücklich sterben!
No me arrepiento de nada.
No me arrepiento de nada.
Je n’ai aucun regret !
Non abbiamo più alcun rimpianto!
Não há nada para se arrepender!
Больше не о чем жалеть!