- <html><body>Allana:<br>
- Sob... It is too late... I couldn't minister medicine at the proper time... My brother... is dead. He was so kind... and with such a pure heart. My poor brother...<br>
- When he was tortured with sickness... Where was your god? Sob...<br>
- I don't need money any more! Go! I want to be alone!
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