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	==Episode 11: DOWN TO THE BONE==		'''Episode 11: DOWN TO THE BONE'''


	'''[[Benjamin Giraud]]''' (voiceover): (sighs) I was running out of time to catch the freighter to [[Bliss]] and follow up on [[Petra Janecek\|Petra]]'s lead. But I wasn't going to the Outskirts; I wasn't going to take down [[Office of Naval Intelligence\|ONI]]. ''I'' was going to sit here, in between the floor joists of my old bedroom and let all those loose bits of silica glass poke through my clothes and scratch up my skin. At this point I didn't care: the room I used to sleep in didn't even have a floor anymore. The night was pouring in over my shoulders and no matter how hard I tried to disappear into my hoodie, the temperature just kept dropping. I never should've come here. They'd evacuated my neighbors, taken all my things, my stash of money, torn everything down to the bone, and they haven't even left me a hint that I had ever existed in the first place. ONI could erase anything they wanted to.		'''[[Benjamin Giraud]]''' (voiceover): (sighs) I was running out of time to catch the freighter to [[Bliss]] and follow up on [[Petra Janecek\|Petra]]'s lead. But I wasn't going to the Outskirts; I wasn't going to take down [[Office of Naval Intelligence\|ONI]]. ''I'' was going to sit here, in between the floor joists of my old bedroom and let all those loose bits of silica glass poke through my clothes and scratch up my skin. At this point I didn't care: the room I used to sleep in didn't even have a floor anymore. The night was pouring in over my shoulders and no matter how hard I tried to disappear into my hoodie, the temperature just kept dropping. I never should've come here. They'd evacuated my neighbors, taken all my things, my stash of money, torn everything down to the bone, and they haven't even left me a hint that I had ever existed in the first place. ONI could erase anything they wanted to.