Yulia Lyuricheva/Spoken Dialogue

List of dialogue spoken by Yulia Lyuricheva. 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.

= Pathologic Classic =

General

 * Yes?
 * What?
 * I'm afraid I'm of little use now.
 * I should let some fresh air into the room, but I don't feel like it.
 * It's so lonely here.
 * My chest seems to be filled with cotton wool.
 * My arms are flaccid, as if made of cotton wool.
 * I keep forgetting the most basic things these days.
 * As the mind endeavors to reach one goal, the heart insensibly drags us toward another.
 * There are unseen connections looking through the capricity and tenuity that the world seems to be made of.
 * The most subtle folly grows out of the most subtle wisdom.

Day 1

 * (Bachelor) This girl is a Changeling. She's not the murderer.
 * (Bachelor) I'm afraid it's natural. Simon was doomed.

Day 2

 * (Bachelor) Prices are rising so quickly. Any kind of inheritance would come in very handy these days.
 * (Bachelor) Who will take care of us?

Day 3

 * (Bachelor) Changeling is very sweet. I love her as one of my own.
 * (Changeling) They say it's neither cholera nor pox. So it's not that bad?
 * (Bachelor / Changeling) Is it really fatal?

Day 4

 * (Bachelor) Haruspex talked to Lara Ravel. What could they possibly have in common?
 * (Haruspex) Bachelor knows which pills help.
 * (Bachelor / Haruspex) How can one cure this disease?

Day 5

 * None

Day 6

 * (Bachelor) People die scurrying from their homes. The Town is in agony. There's panic on the streets. Here's your causa mortis.
 * (Bachelor) She doesn't look like an evil spirit. She's indeed unlike us.
 * (Changeling) Bachelor is after the killer once again? Third time's the charm?
 * (Changeling) Someone's desecrated the tombs in the Stone Yard.

Day 7

 * (Haruspex) Well, it could have been Herman Orff.
 * (Changeling) It was Aglaya that taught Haruspex how to finish the panacea.
 * (Haruspex / Changeling) She's undoubtedly a professional. A master of her trade.

Day 8

 * None

Day 9

 * (Haruspex) Have you seen the cannon? You can hit the moon with it.
 * (Haruspex) Does Changeling really think Simon's hiding in the Polyhedron?

Day 10

 * (Bachelor) Even if we all lay down our lives here, the Town itself must live. They don't make towns like this anymore.
 * (Bachelor) The senior Kains are passing away? They can't be daunted. Why, then?

Day 11

 * (Haruspex) Bachelor fell in love with Children's Tower.
 * (Changeling) The orphan has become an important figure. One can say he's attained ultimate power.
 * (Haruspex / Changeling) Won't they at least evacuate the uninfected? What's going on?

Day 12

 * My path was called "Trip Wires of Fate". I had to elaborate upon the logic of imminence since I’ve discovered it myself.
 * 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 =
 * An act leads to a habit; a habit leads to a character; a character leads to a conclusion.
 * Shall it rain? Shall it snow? Don't ask again: I don't know.
 * I'm afraid it's natural. Simon's fate was inevitable.
 * If you tarry, you'll die unshriven.
 * I'm not crying, my eyes are just watering.
 * Nineteen, twenty-five… thirty-four… enough.
 * Let's break this down into simpler terms.
 * From any two vectors, you can add together a point.
 * When I secluded myself in silence, the world around me got louder.
 * A smart person crosses the stream where it's shallowest. But I'm not smart.
 * The lines on your palm lead nowhere, but they can be graphed. And the graph is a simple mapping—it's asymptotic.
 * "Research." Verb. To re-search. To seek out again what others have already found.
 * I'd leave this place… but I myself have laid the roads of this town such that all curve back to their origin.
 * Converging sequences… no. This is wrong.
 * A woman's nerves can only take so much.
 * Yes?
 * What?
 * I'm afraid I'm not much use now.
 * It's so lonely here.
 * My chest feels stuffed with cotton.
 * I keep forgetting the simplest things these days.
 * There are unseen threads snaking through the tumult that the world seems made of.
 * Does anyone know which pills work?
 * Won't you do something?
 * Whose problem have we become?
 * They say it's neither cholera nor pox. So it can't be that bad, can it?
 * My arms are as limp as a rag doll's.
 * People die from reckless haste, the Town suffers, the streets are choked with panic. There’s your causa mortis.
 * Even if we all perish, the Town must survive. It's unique.
 * My voice is ragged. Perhaps I should quit smoking. Or is it pointless now anyway?
 * She's clearly a professional. A specialist in her trade.
 * Won't they at least evacuate the uninfected? What's going on?
 * I ought to let some fresh air in, but… I'd prefer not to.
 * Don't repeat the Oneirotects’ mistakes, friend. Do not wake.
 * Lucky girl. You'll never be lonely.
 * Dankovsky's fallen in love with the Children's Tower.
 * My path was called "Tripwires of Fate." I built the roads of this town such that humans became red blood cells in its veins. And I laid bare the logic of immanence.