This entry includes information regarding both Pathologic (2005) and Pathologic 2 (2019).
This entry includes information regarding both Pathologic (2005) and Pathologic 2 (2019).
List of dialogue spoken by Anna Angel. These lines are played when near a character, providing additional insight into the events and characters of the Town.
Dialogue spoken is dependent on both the day and chosen player character.
(Haruspicus) The Bachelor decided to keep the Polyhedron at any cost.
(Haruspicus) So what... the Town will be destroyed together with the inhabitants?
(Devotress) The Bachelor has come to the conclusion that all Town needs to be destroyed?
(Devotress) So the Town will be destroyed together with the inhabitants?
Day 12
My branch was called "Angel of Death". I have already got confused myself who I was in the Caravan. Life is hard.
If people like me are enough, the Town remains the former. We shall devote ourselves to Klara. It is not a pity to give a spoiled life to a new Mistress.
Pathologic Classic HD
General
Yeah?
What?
What do you all want from us?
I have this flush. My cheeks are burning, aren't they?
I don't want to undress. What if there's something scary on my skin?
The paint is peeling off me. So ugly.
My hair is disheveled and coming out.
I could have been a famous singer.
Whose child was crying there?
Have you met ominous people in circus costumes here?
I used to sing every evening.
Life is hard.
Day 1
(Bachelor) When you look her in the eye, your mouth just kinda... opens up.
(Haruspex) Bachelor is planning to save the Polyhedron at any cost.
(Changeling) Bachelor came to the conclusion that the Town has to be destroyed?
(Haruspex / Changeling) So... will the Town be destroyed along with the Townsfolk?
Day 12
My path was called "The Angel of Death" . I'm not sure myself what I used to be in the Caravan. Life is hard.
If there's enough people like me, the Town will stay the same. We'll surrender ourselves to Clara unregretted. A rotten life belongs to the new Mistress.
Pathologic 2
Could you catch a grouse, or a dormouse, in a dark house?
"Purrrrr," said the cat.
Happily ever after... lasted for about a week and change.
And there she was lying, you know... just splayed out on the floor glaring at them all...
Just please don't touch me! Ever! I hate the feel of all that... skin.
Never open doors with my bare hands. Tip of my boot, or a 'kerchief round the doorknob...
"Meow! Meow! Feed me! Feed me!" God, how do people put up with cats?
How about we build a town without any damn children?
Seriously, why is no one being buried? No carts cracking the cobbles, no shovels shifting dirt in the churchyard...
A vicious cat is still just as stupid—and so it is with men.
Shall it rain? Shall it snow? Don't ask again: I don't know.
Hope springs eternal. But you're at the wrong river.
When you look into those eyes, your mouth just... starts moving on its own.
A shabnak, a maneater of clay and bone and hair. She's the killer!
It's throw yourself in the river, brick yourself in the basement, or get sandboxed... why are you looking at me like that?
Feels good to be so... so very... prudent. Prudent, is what I mean.
I hate handshakes. So... viciously intimate. Always making me wash my hands...
Ugh, the feeling of dried soil under my fingernails...
My skin is tingling. Right on my fingertips. What does that mean?
Just don't touch the face afterwards. Just... leave the face alone.
Well knows the mouse that the cat's out o' the house.
Run a finger round a wineglass and she sings... mind you don't cut yourself.
Yeeeah?
What?
What do you all want from us?
I'm flushed... my cheeks are burning, aren't they?
I'm afraid of undressing... what if I should... spot something on my skin?
I can feel the paint peeling off my body.
My hair's a tangle... coming out in clumps...
I could have been famous, you know. Far from here.
Do I hear a child crying?
I used to sing every day. At dusk.
Haah... Such is life.
My path was called "The Angel of Death." I'm not sure, myself, why I was in the Caravan... forgive me, please! I promise I'll be good!