»You’re running out of time, Micama. He is on his way. Wearily Electors. He is already here. Kill me and I will show you the way off this island.« »I cannot do that.« »You have to, Peter. If you ever want to leave this island alive. Oanio yore vohima. And it is not just you who will die. Many people will die. The world will end unless you save it.« »I cannot do it.« »Oh yes, you can. Deep inside, you actually want to do it, Micama. You have always been dreaming about it. Uirequo ope copehanu. Just look at me! It is so easy to kill me.« Kelly came closer and closer. Peter backed away from him and took a good look at the emaciated maniac who was smeared with his own feces. For the last year he had been wishing nothing more than to see him dead but now, all he could feel for him was disgust. Kelly was already dead. »Tell me where this escape route is and I will get us both out of here.« »Niiso, Peter Adam! Od vabezodire cameliaxa, fair little flower. The reaper whets his knife so that it will cut much better.
