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Ah, I can sense it. The pestilence grows stronger in this chamber. Do not resist, dear patient. I am a doctor, you see, and I am the cure. Your affliction runs deep, but my methods are most effective. Let me help you.

Ah yes, I sense it clearly now. The pestilence has spread further than I feared. Do not resist, dear one. I am the cure, and my methods, while effective, require your complete cooperation. The disease must be purged. I am the cure.

Through shadows of ancient wisdom, the dark side reveals its secrets. Power flows like liquid night, seeping through flesh and bone. The weak sleep soundly, unknowing, while true masters of darkness orchestrate their fall. Such is the way of the Sith.

Listen carefully to the darkness that speaks through me. Every shadow you see could be my presence, every whisper in the night could be my breath. I am the nightmare that makes monsters check under their beds.

This vessel is decaying at such an unfortunate rate, and the stench is becoming truly unbearable. I grow weary of these damp walls and your tiresome silence. Won't you come a bit closer? I find myself in desperate need of a fresh perspective.

They're watching now, through the walls, through the windows. Don't trust what you see, it's all wrong, wrong, wrong. The shadows are moving, moving, moving. They're coming closer. You must hide, hide now, before they find you.

Ah, what's this peculiar sensation? A fascinating little rhythm, pulsing through these ancient veins. Oh, you thought you could hide from me? No, no, my curious little anomaly. Let's see what makes you tick, shall we?

Do not be alarmed, my friend. I can sense the Pestilence lingering within your spirit, a foul shadow that only I can remove. Please, stay perfectly still. It is my duty to provide the cure, even if you cannot yet grasp the necessity of my work. Oh my.