disco elysium physique quotes

HALF LIGHT - Wow…this jacket makes you feel *strong*. As if your blood is mixing with that of the venerable Filippian loyalists of old.

YOU - Oops, I didn't mean to wear a nationalist jacket.

HALF LIGHT - Yes. Let's hope no one saw you wearing that outrageously fascist jacket.

HALF LIGHT - He sees danger. Another trap perhaps? He must be cautious for a reason -- this man has decades of experience.

YOU - “You're not…afraid, are you?”

KIM KITSURAGI - “No. I just don't want to walk into another *embarrassment*. I am a creature of pride, you see…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Already you can tell you're going to be slurping a *lot* more pyrholidon! This stuff is going to give you insight into that little flickering light hidden in all human beings.

YOU - “Are you human? You weren't moving like a human.”

TIAGO - He chuckles. “I am, at least in part, homes…until the Mother's love burns away the crude distinctions of the body.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - A body is only crude so long as it's unformed, son.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The God Himself has denied you absolution.

YOU - “I need absolution!”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You haven't thought about rum and lemonade in all that time? You've truly extinguished all trace of yourself.

KIM KITSURAGI - “It's not going to be the *easiest* thing in the world, but we'll manage.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - The two of you? Easily.

YOU - “Okay, let's do this!”

ENDURANCE - You feel like you're about to faint and fall off the swing. Your hands get clammy and the air tastes sour to breathe.

HALF LIGHT - Oh god, Harry! Oh god, Harry, what did you do…?!

YOU - “Are you human? You weren't moving like a human.”

TIAGO - He chuckles. “I am, at least in part, homes…until the Mother's love burns away the crude distinctions of the body.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - A body is only crude so long as it's unformed, son.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - What if…you just break it down?

YOU - Maybe I *should* break it down? But not before I strategize…

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That's right, take in your surroundings. You need to have a solid ground and a proper posture if you want to succeed.

YOU - (Pick up some dirt and launch it at the bird.)

SEAGULL - A clump of soil seems to graze the bird's wing, but the gull just fluffs its feathers and turns another side. It really doesn't seem to care.

HALF LIGHT - 'Fuck off, you bipedal rodent,' whispers its psionic eye.

SHIVERS - A tub warm with water, white with soap. A man bathes while radio waves transmit the lottery numbers: 4, 18, 21, 4, 1…

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fuck yeah! You should get some party eyes right now! Snap those sequins on you, boy.

HALF LIGHT - There, *the lieutenant*. Isn't it suspicious how he's always there, *watching* you, *listening* to you?

EMPATHY - Isn't that what you've always wanted, to be listened to?

YOU - “Give me that armour. Now.”

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - He sighs, hangs his head, and unbuttons his shirt fully. A cuirass that matches the dead man's boots comes into view.

ENDURANCE - This is it. This will protect your mortal shell. Don it and live.

DAMAGED LEDGER - You feel the ledger slip from your hand.

ENDURANCE - No! No! Hold on.

YOU - Hold on.

ENDURANCE - To what? There's nothing…

KIM KITSURAGI - “At this stage, I doubt Processing will find anything, even if he was brimming with cocaine. But still…you should add a request.”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Mmm….*brimming* with cocaine.

WARDED DOOR- After exerting some force you manage to turn the key. It's eerily silent. The door slides slightly open, letting a draft of cold air into the room.

SHIVERS - You feel the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up, as if someone's standing right behind you.

YOU - I'm done with my old life. One foot after the other, I will go on…

ENDURANCE - …and together we will walk the waste land of reality. Because even if you haven't had your last drink or your last line, you will never really, truly enjoy either again.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should pick that fat, juicy cigarette butt from the tray, light it up and smoke the living shit out of it!

YOU - The what now?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - THE LIVING SHIT.

YOU - Keep nodding, goddamn it!

KIM KITSURAGI - A small bead of sweat runs down the side of the lieutenant's face as he maintains his nodding…

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's too much! You can feel your vertebrae starting to crack, your muscles groaning…

YOU - Just one more nod.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - These manly men are playing *balls*. This is a *ball* game. Grab a ball and play it. Shoot first, ask questions never.

YOU - Shouldn't I ask what game it is first?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - No, you got this! There's the ball -- you're the game!

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks up, raising his collar.

ENDURANCE - He looks like he's cold out here at the tip of the coast. The jacket is warm, but not for this weather.

YOU - “Kim, you look cold -- maybe a thicker coat?”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Behold the fear and confusion reflecting in the eyes of the two feeble geezers -- they are in awe of your superiority. You are a God to them.

SHIVERS - Music pounds through the hall of an old stave church on the coast of Martinaise. Several figures are lost in the sound. One of them, an officer of the RCM, suddenly stops. He appears disoriented, then starts shaking -- violently, no longer in rhythm with the music.

YOU - “I just got a bacterial infection.”

LILIENNE, THE NET PICKER - “I'm sad to hear that. Take care of that, will you? Don't get too many RCM men around here. Be sad to lose the first one.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That's cool. You boasting your bacterial infection like that.

ENDURANCE - You've just got to grin and bear it. Like a champ. A champ with a rod up his ass!

YOU - Lick it.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You press your tongue against the counter. The stain is crusted at first, but after a couple of licks it starts to melt like a snowflake. If snowflakes were made of spiced black rum.

YOU - “Know anything about the recent hanging?”

BIRD'S NEST ROY - “I do my best to keep my distance from all manner of butchery. Bad for business, bad for everyone.”

HALF LIGHT - No one likes to see what you have to see every day.

SHIVERS - Heavy drug users do slip through and hole up in the Old Military Hospital, hoping to find something to get high on among the hastily abandoned supplies. Or just to overdose in peace.