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- Hope dies last... although for some people, it dies first. Have you heard of such people? Depressives or something like that. Everything is fine in their lives, but they hopelessly whine about everything. I don't understand these people! Let's wait, and in the meantime, let's find something to do. But what? We used to have a game at home... One person asks another a question, and the other chooses whether to answer it or get slapped. And so on, in a circle. Will you play?
—We are hastening the inevitable... —Dorian nervously glanced towards the tunnels leading to the left. —I haven't been this nervous in a long time; it's enough to make anyone become a depressive. Well, let's play! Maybe someone out of a million city dwellers will stop drinking white tea and remember their mining skills. Ha-ha, but who am I kidding? Who asks first?