| Dialogue | Chinese | Japanese | Korean | English |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Morning | I'd like to give you a morning kiss, but my saliva is poisonous. Though, it'd make me very happy if the Professor gave it a try. | |||
| Afternoon | How about an afternoon nap, Professor? I know the best place to rest. You want to sleep while leaning on me? Hehe, then you'd better be prepared to never wake up. | |||
| Evening | When nobody's around... would you like to test some exciting "toxic substances"? Let me examine how your pupils dilate closely. My, oh my... what a beautiful set of eyes. Heehee, I'm just teasing you. | |||
| Night | Yawn... so you're still awake. Human lives are fragile, you should take better care of yourself. I don't want to see you perish so young. You're the only human who can talk normally with me, after all. | |||
| Main Interface Voice | Professor, you seem quite fascinated by my syringe. But please, try to control that curiosity. If this needle penetrates your skin, you'll be as still as a plushie. Though, now that I think of it... it would be rather amusing to see you in such a helpless state. | |||
| They all see me as a poisonous plant, someone to be avoided, but I just like making contact with everyone. I'm curious about their hatred, their fear. The way they scream is like a sweet lullaby to me. Ahn~ It's so lovely~ | ||||
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| Ah, Professor, you're awake? I was just about to tie you to the bed with my tail, didn't think you'd wake up so early. (Sigh) What a shame. | ||||
| Human skin... so warm and delicate, so beautiful yet so fragile. Just a little bit closer, and it'll be poisoned, speckled with a tinge of a beautiful pinkish-purple. Heehee~ | ||||
| Interactive Voice | The warmth from your fingertip... It's so intoxicating. | |||
| Hngh, this is starting to feel weird. Hey... stop touching. | ||||
| I don't know what will happen if you continue on like this. | ||||
| Relationship Dialogues | You're so bold, Professor. Daring to touch me. Do you even know what happens to the humans who touch me? They all die instantly. I wonder if it's something in the Cloud that gives you the courage—or maybe you're blessed with a brilliant constitution, immune to all poisons. Ah, Professor, you're falling... I'll inject you with the antidote right away. | |||
| Clothes for me? I think you've got it all wrong. It's not like I enjoy exposing my skin like some pervert, nor is it because I can't afford clothes. No matter how pretty the clothes are, they'll be stained by the toxins that clad me. It would just turn into biohazardous waste. Heehee, you're saying that it doesn't matter since we're in the Cloud? But what happens when I go back to the real world? If I get used to wearing comfortable, pretty clothes, wouldn't I be disappointed when I have to take them off? | ||||
| I like coming out ideas on how to enjoy myself, like filling syringes with a mix of poisons and antidote. Once I pick one and start injecting, like this, your fate is sealed, Professor. Now, I'll give you a chance to say some good things about me, otherwise you're getting a shot, just like this: "pew~". Tsk... You have quite the silver tongue. I feel so much better after hearing your words of acclaim, but I was just messing with you. The syringes were empty. Ohoho, you can't take your compliments back, y'know? | ||||
| The me from the past... I was like a gardener, tending to toxic plants on a desolate island. But it wasn't just me on that island, Drones were circling around, buzzing endlessly in the sky. Ohoho... Humans created that toxic island but never once dared to set foot on it, afraid of poisoning themselves. They never came close to me. But they gifted me bandages, to wrap my body that was so stained with poisons. To some extent, I was still deeply loved by them. Wouldn't you agree, Professor? | ||||
| I feel like I'm becoming more outgoing recently... Oh my, oh my, the Oasis is such an enchanting place. I was always quiet before, blending in with the calm of the island, only keeping to myself. Now, I find myself talking to you about all kinds of things without even realizing it. The old me would probably mock me and call me a granny for talking so much. ...You like... the current me better? You're so sly with your words, Professor... The perfect excuse to embrace my changes just came from your mouth so naturally... Ahem. Speaking of which, this is a sunflower I grew—my first attempt at cultivating flowers bereft of any toxins. It was a challenge, but I found quite a bit of joy in it... This is my gift to you, Professor. Please accept it as a token of gratitude from Belladonna. | ||||
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| Agree | ||||
| Appreciate | ||||
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| Oath | Sigh... you say such beguiling things, Professor, with nary a hint of what you do... Belladonna is floundering in happiness already, you know. Whose fault might that be, Professor? You are the first human willing to be intimate with me, Professor. My body already knows well your temperature. Whether or not we swear this oath, you are the warmest thing in my life. And so I swear to you that I shall follow you unto eternity. So don't be stingy, Professor. Give Belladonna all of your warmth, alright? | |||
| Obtain | I'm Belladonna, a toxicologist. The thread of life may be severed cruelly with my touch. I suggest you keep your distance.
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| Neural Cloud | Neural Cloud |