Józef Piłsudski was looking at the horizon, lost in thought.
Buce: Hey, man, everything alright? You haven't yelled for a while.
Phalus : Neigh.
Piłsudski: I feel a strange emptiness... As if I lacked something fundamental to myself... Althouogh I can exactly tell what.
Buce: We'll figure it out later, now we must focus on defeating the bad guys, with the little force we have.
Piłsudski: Yes, of course. I think I have a planin mind
Phalus: What's going on? He... He wasn't angry.
Buce: I have no idea. He doesn't have his heart, we have done everything to make sure he would feel only hate, so we could use his mind.
Buce: But now? I can only hope his deeper feelings will pass, before he figures out what he lacks.
