Chapitre 336: Several Sources Of Sensable Seiõr

"I long for your salvation; I put my hope in your word.

My eyes grow weary looking for what you have promised; I ask, 'When will you comfort me?'

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke, I do not forget your statutes.

How many days must your servant wait?

When will you execute judgment on my persecutors?

The arrogant have dug pits for me; they violate your instruction.

All your commands are true; people persecute me with lies—help me!

They almost ended my life on earth, but I did not abandon your precepts.

Give me life in accordance with your faithful love, and I will obey the decree you have spoken." -Psalm119:82-89

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[Erebus City Arcade]

Wilson: "What on God's Earth are IceEyes?

Is that what you call Symb-eye-otes."

MamMon DæMon: "How quaint."

The old Norse witch, unentertained by the new title for the aliens that attach themselves to humans.