"Africa has finally come for me," replied the Animal in a stern, emotionless voice. "And when Africa calls, your soul erupts. Africa is a part of my soul, just as it is everyone who comes here. We never should have come to this continent, its wild beauty consumes all who stand in it's path. It is ironic that humans came from Africa, when it is the last place we should have ever been. Europeans, foreigners, we are worse off than the natives. When the Portuguese ships started sailing the coast all those years ago, they should have turned back. I tried to be the king of Africa, but Africa will tolerate no king, neither me nor the Beast, though he tries. But here we are, and here I am, and there is no other place I could be, for Africa consumes my soul, my soul is Africa. Humans were born here, and here we all shall die."
After the Animal's discourse, he went into a mad coughing fit, his face now very white, and his body more frail than when they had entered. "But alas, now I understand. Time is running short. I should have Dennis shoot you both. But maybe...." he went into another coughing fit. When he was done, he lie back on his bead, breathing heavily and staring into the ceiling, but in his mind he saw another world.
Charlie looked at the man who he had heard so much about, a man he was supposed to dread. Even the strongest must die at some point. And soon he would be dead, and the mysterious message Kyda had gotten from James over the phone would be meaningless. Find the Animal, James had said. But why?
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