Machine, I know you're here. I can smell the insolent stench of your bloodstained hands. I await you down below..

6-2: AESTHETICS OF HATE

Limbo, Lust, all gone... With Gluttony soon to follow. Your kind know nothing but hunger; purged all life on the upper layers, and yet they remain unsatiated... As do you. You've taken everything from me, machine. And now all that remains is PERFECT HATRED." (Gabriel's monologue as V1 makes its way through the stage).