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You already know the answer to that.

[killtheanimals]

[Well. Good job, Loser Club.]

...Is it the same entity those two are familiar with?

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No, that's different thankfully. This one is...less threatening.

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...Can it be defeated similarly?

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You're welcome to try that, but I can't promise results.

[killtheanimals]

[So no.]

Do you know how it could be defeated?

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I know how to contain it. Defeating it has not come up yet.

[killtheanimals]

...Is it because you're containing us?

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I'm containing that thing, not you.

[killtheanimals]

...So It is the cause of the infection. [Hn...] But what about those who are infected?

What do we become?

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Nothing, until you die.

[killtheanimals]

I'd hardly call people constructed of petoskey "nothing."

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Has that happened to anyone still alive yet?

[killtheanimals]

I don't know. Was Dan dead?

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He certainly was after Lillith got to him.

[killtheanimals]

What was he before Lillith killed him?

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Probably, with how far gone he was.

[killtheanimals]

Why aren't you answering my question properly?

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I am answering your questions. Just because you don't like the answer you are getting doesn't mean it's not an answer.

[killtheanimals]

You're avoiding it.

I know they aren't golems. What are people made of petoskey really?

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I already told you, they're dead.

[killtheanimals]

[He makes a frustrated sound.]

Then why are the dead able to walk around and speak to us?

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They're not. That's not them in there.

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We've... heard them, though. [By some accounts anyway.] Their real selves, struggling through the stone.

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And I'm telling you, that's impossible. When somebody dies in this world, their soul leaves their body. It's gone. There's no coming back from that.