Oh, a cockroach.

Eh!? No way!? No!! Where is it!?

Calm down. I'll do something about it.

Manipulation of Death: Start

Guh!? What!? What are these chills!?

So cold!!... My sight is growing dim...

My body is heavy... Pull yourself together!

My limbs... are shaking... I'm... I'm dying, right...?

In a place like this...?

Heh... Gimme a break... I have a wife and starving kids back home.

Ah, god damn it... Before I die...

Let me see their faces one last time....

Please don't make strange monologues like that... I'm starting to feel sad for the thing.

Stop her already.

*skrit skrit*