The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Where are we Illya?
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
I don't recognize it. But it feels safe... somehow...
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Did we do it? Is the THRUSH installation destroyed?
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Amazingly, yes. When we were running out the tunnel entrance, I had no idea we would end up here.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
It looks like an orchard. I guess we won't miss lunch after all.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
This place is...
What about it, Illya?
It reminds me of home.