Vincent shook his head rolled his eyes. "now i think you're just fucking with me. yes, he died of cancer that crushed his heart and to a lesser extent his lungs. why would i ask Animus about something that happened years ago? my attempts to study the cancer cut from bodies were useless and i learned nothing so i gave it up years ago and went back to studying the microscopic creatures."<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"my version of reality? what the hell does that mean? i see the world, not some fantasy version of the world that suites me... if that were the case ugliness and horror wouldn't exist."</span>she nodded and leaned back in her chair.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"good. i suggest you make friends with the Gnomes of the city, they love new technology." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>