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The Crow: [chuckles] You think this statue is big enough?
Calus: That monument was forged from exotic matter mined from the heart of a neutron star. It was sculpted by one of my empire's finest artists. May he rest in peace.
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Calus: I once reveled here for hours on end, contemplating mysteries of the universe while soaking in these now-stagnant pools... Gorged on wines and fruits from across the empire, asking questions of the stars. Yet the truest question was one I could not think to ask.
The Crow: Going to take a while to get that image out of my head.
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The Crow: Why is Calus showing us all this instead of Caiatl? Is he avoiding her?
Calus: You would do well to keep my daughter's name out of your mouth, whelp. She is not and never will be your concern. Caiatl will come to see things my way... in her own time.
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The Crow: There's definitely something below us, a larger facility. I can't tell if it's still functional. On a scan, it looks like the hull folded in on itself.
Calus: My Leviathan has been changing, contorting itself into new shapes and forms both regal and majestic. I encourage you to stay around long enough to bask in the majesty of our transformations.
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Calus: My cloning facilities below the baths are a labor of love. It took centuries to perfect their design. It has long been a point of personal pride that my Loyalists are handcrafted. Each meticulously engineered to exacting specification.
The Crow: I suppose that makes sense. I can't imagine anyone willingly serving you.
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The Crow: I'm picking up something weird under the — wait. This isn't water. It's a protein slurry. There's Cabal DNA mixed in this and —
Calus: Ah, yes. I suppose calling these "baths" is a bit of a misnomer. They are built atop a cloning facility where my Loyalists are engineered. What you are standing in is the liquefied remains of failed experiments, which was fed to their unborn kin.
The Crow: I suppose that makes sense. I can't imagine anyone willingly serving you.
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Calus: I remember a day when these lifts would rise, expelling new, perfectly engineered Cabal champions into my embrace.
The Crow: Perfectly? The way I hear it, most of them were failures, like the one you engineered to bear the Crown of Sorrow.
Calus: It is not failure, it is progress.
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The Crow: Based on structural scans, this chain is part of a containment system that connects to a lab below us. It's too badly damaged to use. This must have been a deployment system. When whatever was engineered down there was finished, it was brought here.
Calus: These mechanisms no longer serve a purpose. My cloning facilities no longer serve a purpose. I have been shown... new horizons.
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The Crow: I'm reading pieces of exterior hull fused with the machinery below this lift. I can't explain how the outside of the ship got in here.
Calus: When this ship passed beyond the threshold of our universe, the change had already begin. You are witnessing its growing pains. I can feel every bulkhead, every door, every pillar pulsing with new life. You understand, now, what I wanted to show you.