The edge of reason — Episode 5

Ah The harvest is too slow Double the draw That will break them, my lord Then they break Human life force is volatile, my lord Harder to tame than the elves Ensure they do not expire before the transfer I want every drop 94% Only a few more souls are needed And then my parents return Did you make me your sole mate, Bruce? You never read the contract I am your soul collector, in both senses One soul left, a priestess? I'm sure her soles are vulnerable No, beloved We must also corrupt her Then tickling her until she recants her faith The final vessel Right on schedule Her faith is pure, Bruce The harvest will be perfect Begin!