Stivik: "You get bed, you get food, you have all you need. I used to work as a scout, I lived out there, I starved for months when we got lost. You seem to think it's all easy, you think finding food, making shelter, fighting of predators is a joke? You think a stolen slog and some captivity-bred paramite can help you? You wouldn't last three days, and I mean that. And the natives won't help you. I've been attacked enough times, seen horrible monsters summoned or conjured or whatever it is they do, slice through my group without hesitating, without mercy. They don't even stop and question. I could have killed you straight off when you tried to escape and Arnie couldn't have punished me for it, but we happen to think you're more useful alive than dead. Still, you seem to insist on getting yourself killed and frankly I'm done trying to prevent it. I was finished trying to stop you the second time to tried to shoot me."
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