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Докладване на проблем с превода
There is no distance between us. No false veils of time or space may intervene.
We see you still in Black Mesa. Clearly we see you in the Nihilanth's chamber.
For a brief time you joined us. You are one. Between the worlds.
We cannot forget those whose cords you cut. Forgiveness is not ours to bestow.
You have brought us grief and jubilation beyond measure.
We are there still, in observance of your final stroke.
While our own lay scattered at your feet, you severed the vortal cord that bound the Nihilanth to life, and to us.
Your bright face obscures your darker mask.
Far distant eyes look out through yours.
Something secret steers us both. We shall not name it.
What seems to you a sacrifice is merely, to us, an oscillation. We do not fear the interval of darkness.
We are you, Freeman. And you are us.
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