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.
Oh, Martes-san...
...مارتيس-سان
Oh, Martes-san!
Ay, Martes…
Ay, Martes…
Oh, Martès…
Oh, Martes...
Oh, Martes-san...
Ох, Мартес!..