"Yes, how could I refuse? This is a life not of this world... perhaps the truth I long for is hidden within its body?"
"How could I refuse?"
With a sinister echo, despite the injuries, the Plague Doctor seemed extremely pleased.
"You've impressed me, Lawrence Dean."
He said, no longer in his previous disarray; it was merely an act, just as Lawrence Dean noted, such injuries could not take his life.
If before there was some discord over interests and differing goals between them, now as the corpse of the Holy Grail truly lay exposed before the Plague Doctor, all obstacles vanished; he was very clear this was what he desired.
"But how do I study it? Won't it awaken as soon as it leaves the Alchemy Matrix?"
The Plague Doctor asked.
