CW-7 Castle in the Sky

Brr... ugh...

Phooie, freezing around here. Asshats keep shutting off the heaters.

How many complaints am I gonna have to file before they realize we're here at night on overtime?

Hey, honey, what are you calling for?

Hold on... I'll speak to you outside.

What day is it today?

Um... nine days out from the project deadline. Progress is looking bad for us.

I won't be home today either, no.

Our anniversary...? Oof.

Sorry, it's been crazy the past couple days... I know, honey, you've been looking forward to that restaurant forever... I know, I know, I'm sorry.

The VP was touring Rhine Lab, so the egghead idiots on the Board have been going insane.

They're forcing every project to produce interim results immediately, or else we're SOL.

I'm not coming up with excuses, honey, it's just... Listen, I can't do today, I'll make it up to you some other time, I swear.

Hello? Honey, are you there?

...Shit.

If only something would just... happen.

Why won't the offices blow up? Why won't goons rob a bank? Why don't Trimounts's stupid city treads just snap in half...

Anything.

Okay, my fault for hoping.

—What the... hell is that?

Some kind of... ring?

I'm very interested, of course, extremely interested.

Really? Well, that's swell! If our project can get Rhine sponsorship...

Take a seat, ma'am. Anything to drink?

Uh... plain water will be fine, Justin, sir.

Please, call me Justin Jr., even.

How about some wine? War took the Gaulish Empire, but I thank the troops for leaving us the best vineyards intact.

Please.

I-If you insist. Thank you.

Come in.

Director, your office phone has been ringing non-stop.

Tell them I'm busy.

You have... some friends of yours looking for you.

Mayor Benjamin, Councilman Chris, Deputy Phil, Commander Colette. Who else?

You have a Mr. Lewis. The one in charge of industrial sec.

Hmph.

They say—Who might you be, ma'am?

Ah, sorry! I'll wait outside!

Don't worry about it, no secrets here.

Go ahead.

Er, right.

They appear to be extremely unhappy with the articles you deposited at Plate Seven. They were under the impression the project was a more—'ordinary' one.

Commander Colette went to Mr. Lewis. I'm afraid all Plate Seven monitoring files will be lost by tomorrow.

The Mayor and Councilman have returned every case we've sent them over the past few years, and declared they'll no longer be seeking your aid for campaigns.

The Deputy made some very... radical statements. I hear he's gotten an emergency arrest warrant for the state prosecutor, and seems to be on the way here now.

I've notified Defense, but we can't keep them away for long.

And here I swore we got along well enough.

*sigh* How fragile a friendship is. Wouldn't you say, ma'am?

Justin, sir, I-I'm only here to ask you to invest, I don't think I should necessarily be in the loop on all this...

Aren't you curious, though? What could Rhine Lab have that scares these elites, and bureaucrats, and black suits in white gloves, so badly that they'd crawl out of bed in the middle of the night to get to work?

I... I don't know. A-A nanodroid that extends your lifespan forever... or something?

Nice idea. If someone came to me with a prospectus and technical prototype, you know I'd invest.

Ha... haha...

Um, I am wondering a little—

—why you'd call me up, of all people...

Have you ever heard of Stade syndrome, ma'am?

Huh? I-I've seen it in the files. A rare hereditary condition, I think?

Very rare, highly fatal, and extremely stubborn. Sufferers of it aren't usually expected to live beyond forty-five, and more than likely pass it on to their children.

I assume it was Rhine Lab that developed—

Look, no rush to win your potential sponsor over.

But, yes, fairytale ending, there's a miracle cure out for Stade syndrome, and while Rhine Lab had no involvement in the research, it goes without saying that many have reaped the benefits.

Pity it arrived a little late, is all. Old Justin Sr. died of organ failure from Stade syndrome three days before they finalized the drug.

Justin Sr.? He must be...

Sure was. And his son, Justin Jr., was informed out of the big wide blue, after struggling in fear for a decade and change, that he could live like a normal human thanks to the med.

Bam. The nightmare that plagued my family was gone. Like it never even existed.

Only later did I learn that the key element in the drug popped up when an intern researcher happened to mess up some reagents.

That's fate. Hah, that's how it goes.

I... um, well, at least you're free of the disease now.

Because of a random, dumb mistake?

The incapable might call it 'a twist of fate' and when the curtains are closed, pat themselves on the back for it, even.

They see it as a gift of chance.

But I—

I can't stand it. I won't stand for it.

I'll have this phenomenon safe and secure in my own hands. I'll grip it. I'll control it.

I'll dictate to it where it goes.

A Catastrophe alarm? Why does it have to be now...?

Justin, sir, we need to evacuate!

Ha, finally.

Justin Fitzroy Jr.

Well, if it isn't the Supreme Court, you've finally got me.

What is your pledge?

I pledge it will lead Columbia forth.

What guarantees that?

Is my participation not enough?

Your many 'friends' are dissuading me at this very moment.

They tell me Columbian law shouldn't allow your people continue in their unbridled ways.

If a mere fondness for sending out cases of money does unbridled ways make, then what, pray tell, do Kristen's actions sum to?

Justice, you told me that it's not for the protection of any sanctimonious 'ethics' that Columbian law works.

It must hew the brambles, for those who make forth.

I ask, then. What is your verdict?

If Columbia's court pales timid and weak, then I should see no reason why it deserves my further tenure.

Much obliged.

Was that just a... a Supre—Supreme Court Justice calling?

What... research are you... are Rhine Lab even handling?

Easy, easy. Rhine Lab's no danger to the law. You're with a trustworthy firm.

But...

Ah, well, back on topic. About what I've been stashing in the jurisdictional care of my 'friends.'

Go pull the curtains, ma'am. You won't want to miss the show tonight.

What is... that?

How is something that big... flying?

Is that... another Rhine Lab project?

I'll be honest, you're not really a qualified entrepreneur. You're a flip-flopper. Scare easy. Not confident enough, always second-guessing. Got a habit of spending too much time on how you word things.

To be frank, it's no wonder Trimountian investor circles don't like you.

Lucky for you, none of that matters to me.

Rhine Lab will buy out your power laboratory in whole, I'll provide you ample funds, and it will be seen to that all is done to support your research endeavors to come.

If Lady Luck is on our side, and one day you rise to directorship at Rhine Lab, then it's not out of the question that you might get a little section carved out for you.

Just as our young Dr. Franks got.

That's... I don't understand, so much has happened today...

Just say yes. Because luck doesn't claim the credit here, for it has been my decision.

Where the hand of Justin Jr. reaches, there is random chance no longer, ma'am.

I help the lunatic to succeed.

...I understand, Director Justin.

Looking forward to working with you.

And welcome to the Rhine Lab family. Cheers.

Seems we've finally found it, Colonel.

Bitch of a process, eh?

......

We weren't anticipating Kristen would have another propulsion unit ready to go for H.A.M.H.R.R.

She hid the whole contraption under a garbage heap, and now she's sailed the damn thing through Trimounts airspace like she owns it.

This is all my fault.

No point in talking the blame now, Colonel.

Things are all headed for the worst-case.

H.A.M.H.R.R. is still flying for S.H.A.F.T., bound for its upper surface with an ETA of twenty minutes.

Based on what the manuals say, it'll be hovering within about five klicks of the S.H.A.F.T., which gives it maximal odds of taking down any ground targets in its angle of drift.

But of course, 'Arc-01' is in no suitable position to launch attacks or counter enemy positions right now. Our plans never extended beyond demonstrated feasibility within Trimounts.

Five klicks of altitude is something the average aerial unit just can't do. Your considerations were all-comprehensive outside of that blindsiding.

We're dispatching specialist drones from the District capable of higher altitudes, but we still need more time.

Meanwhile, we have every regular drone allocated to Trimounts already on liftoff. They'll interfere with H.A.M.H.R.R.'s continued ascent as best they can.

Effects look to be limited.

Seems the military gave this ring thing some sturdy armor. I thought these Maylander drones were advanced for Columbia as is.

Outstanding work. Medals for all the generals, I say.

The DOD has a hell of a lot resting on this.

...'No point in talking the blame now,' sir.

What's important is we get the situation back into your hands.

Into 'our' hands, Colonel. Personally, I understand the pitch the army is making. Ever since the Bolívar debacle, your people have been mighty eager to get back on the stage.

But we're all Columbians, aren't we?

Goes with saying, when I enlisted, I pledged my loyalty to Columbia.

Kristen still won't contact us, and won't respond to any hails from us either.

These aren't the actions of an opportunist or kidnapper, but if this is a bluff by the military, we can't say anything for sure.

All we can be thankful for is—no matter what she intends to do, the S.H.A.F.T. is under our control and always has been. She has no way to...

Sorry, Mr. Vice President, let me proceed.

Colonel, it seems your people have some urgent news for you.

......

It's me. I'm with the Vice President right...

...Charging?

Haven't we been in total control of the S.H.A.F.T. this whole time? How could it... Shut the whole S.H.A.F.T. down immediately!

You can't? What do you mean you can't? How hard can it be to find the goddamned switch or breaker or whatever it is and flip it?

Pull out the wires! Kill the power source! Do whatever it takes, I don't care what facilities we damage!

......

...What?

You're telling me, you've done everything you can, and the S.H.A.F.T. has not only failed to shut down, its goddamned energy readings are still climbing?

......

Bring every ounce of explosive we have in Trimounts. Blow that thing to kingdom come.

It's already charged, and if you blow it up, the energy dissipation will level the entire city, Colonel. That's what Maylander's agents are telling me.

You've got a crafty one on your hands, hah.

She's out of her goddamned mind! How much does she hate Columbia?! What is she up to?!

Hold on... I can think of one possibility.

—The District.

It's the District. If H.A.M.H.R.R.'s angle deviates far enough, it's probably gonna threaten Max D.C.!

Our beloved President is still situated there. Kristen... she intends to destroy the heart and the brain of Columbia.

We have to evacuate all personnel in the District immediately.

Don't worry, Colonel. The President's just told me we're fine.

Armed forces in the District are mobilized, and General Barry is taking charge of the defense there. She's promised me she'll protect the President with her life.

...General Barry?

Oh, I guess you didn't hear. She's just been promoted.

Carry on with your mission, Colonel. Columbia still needs you in this dire hour.

Anything else?

......

No, nothing.

I swear, I'm gonna put an end to this insanity, personally.

Don't overwork yourself.

...If you'll excuse me.

Will these orders do, Mr. President?

I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure about this. Still, I won't question your judgment—

......

I understand. I'll head out at once.

You see that? What is it?

Is that what the brass is after?

Sure is a high-flying bastard...

Where's it heading?

...Out of the city.

By appearances, an energy accumulation device.

Out of the city? The S.H.A.F.T.?

What did the Colonel call those things? 'Arc-01?' H.A.M.H.R.R.?

What the hell is that mad scientist thinking?

Control. Kristen Wright...

Scientists must think about one thing, and one thing only... 'And that is how to accomplish it.'

A scientist's sole responsibility is to push science to progress. 'That alone is more than enough to exhaust us.'

...

...And where is it that progress lies?

Whenever Columbia's wastes see rain, the vegetation quickly turns to overgrowth. When people hand down decisions from high perches, dictating what plants are of use and what should be disparaged as weeds, it never sits well with me.

We need to admit, no matter what, that that should not be described as 'progress.'

Science must progress, of course.

I am a researcher myself. I sympathize as such.

But we must be aware—of the nature of the costs therein.

We must be aware—

—that science does not solely serve personal ideals nor obsessions.

Is that a drone?

Researcher. What are you doing?

I don't want trouble with you, and the guys in charge don't need your help anymore, so you ought to—

Hey! We're talking to you!

The hell is she up to?

The key! Your car key!

She stole one of our cars? Is she insane?

Shit, we need to—

Silence! Silence!

Where'd the girl come from? This is a military exclusion zone!

The hell are you doing?!

Move it!

Ugh!

Gimme your car key too!

Uh, do—do you know how to drive, young lady?

Maybe you need me to—

Shut up! I've got this under control!

...Uh, but just to confirm, left one is the brake, right?

Doctor, we need to leave immediately.

I've found Kristen's energy source.

Things aren't yet irredeemable. The worst-case possibility I anticipate has not yet come to pass...

We still have a chance to stop her.

Kristen's plan requires mass amounts of energy, the scale and purity of which are both beyond any modern Terran's grasp, or even their imagination.

The sheer vastness of this energy is more than a Sarcophagus can provide, too.

I said, more than 'a' Sarcophagus.

I hadn't anticipated... their being in Columbia.

Buried right beneath these wastes.

Doctor, I need your help.

And your help... is all I have.

......

Combat has concluded. She won't be in danger.

I ask you have faith in her. She may still be a child, but she is nevertheless a Rhodes Island Elite Operator.

And I ask you have faith... in the time you've spent with her.

Whether the operation in Chernobog, or her days aboard Rhodes Island, not one past moment has been for naught, and these experiences likewise mold her even now.

She will make her own choice, and we can only respect that choice.

But... right now, as it falls to her, so it falls to us too.

Incredible.

I've always wondered how you learned to fight so well, busy with all those research projects.

And I thought I made efficient use of my time. Do you never sleep?

What are you doing here?

Ferdinand.

You took the words right out of my mouth, Saria. After forcibly entering a Trimountian military spec ops bureau, what could you possibly be doing?

......

Let me guess. You want to find something to chase after that airborne gizmo.

Maybe hijack a heavy duty army drone and tie yourself onto it, for example?

Or is that thinking a little too simple, Director Saria? I never took you for the impulsive type.

Out of the way, Ferdinand. I have no time to argue with you right now.

Would you look at that, how sad. The only three... well, fine, Scientific Investigation's doesn't count. The only two Directors Control left out of her incredible master plan just happen to have gathered here.

......

What do you want to do? Stop the madwoman?

Or... save her?

I have no need to tell you anything.

I assure you, I don't mean to criticize your relationship with Kristen.

I was just waiting for you.

Listen, Saria. I'm not here to get in your way.

I said, out of the way.

And I said, 'listen.'

...That's the sound of an aircraft.

Ferdinand, where is that one from?

The 'Horizon Arc Project' isn't just that superweapon Kristen's floating through the air. It's a complete strategic program.

I tapped into some connections to borrow an aircraft they use to service 'Arc-01,' and blew up the rest while I was at it.

Let me be clear. Look across all of Columbia, and you'll find very few passenger aircraft safely able to fly near barrier altitude.

They won't need much time to scramble high-altitude craft from the District, but for you, and for me, that time is more than enough.

You're proposing a collaboration.

You believe—that you're seriously qualified for this?

There's the same old Saria I know.

As though you'd have the ability to quell every single problem, even if I wasn't there to help.

But I don't have a single shred of doubt about this.

In your own words, there is no reason we should clash.

H.A.M.H.R.R. has reached the S.H.A.F.T.'s aerial space, and the S.H.A.F.T. has begun accumulating energy.

If we let this situation unfold as is, then no matter what Kristen's up to, this will end with the Department of Defense exposed to the winds of scrutiny.

And I'm sure we all know how Rhine Lab, as an 'accessory' to it, will end up.

And whether it be as a clandestine military proxy, or a former Director of Rhine Lab, you'll be finished, Ferdinand.

Exactly.

But I'm not about to give in.

We can still make it in time.

We can bring H.A.M.H.R.R. back down again in a safe descent before the energy excitation, and then there will be room to pull everything back.

And is it your life you're looking to redeem, or Rhine Lab?

Does it matter?

You'll have to be franker than that, Ferdinand.

You've been ready with this aircraft. You've been anticipating that Kristen could get this far.

Here I'd thought the busywork at Defense had ground away all your researcher's insight.

Still, I've been ready for less time than you think.

Do you honestly believe this adventure of yours will rescue anything?

If you didn't think so, then why would you be here?

Do you know what feeling has struck me deeper than anything else lately?

I feel like nobody cares about Rhine Lab's reputation.

Everyone else is either out to see what research funds Rhine can get them, or their only interest is in what Kristen's doing.

You may have considered how Kristen leaves the picture, but have you considered what will become of the company afterwards?

......

Yes, I know, you've all been captured by her charm and charisma.

With a little soul-searching, I have to wonder if I wasn't too? Of course I was.

But Rhine Lab is ours, of the blood we shed. I can't accept her setting fire to everything that I gave the sweat of my brow for.

No matter what reason drives it.

So I can swallow being a tuskbeast of the military, because I want to pull Rhine back from the brink. Is that so wrong?

I never thought I'd see you telling me this sort of thing.

They're very Director of Defense-like words, aren't they?

Frankly, I should be getting a cut of your salary for it.

I am no longer the Director of Defense.

Fine. Once the dust settles on all this, I'll talk with Jara about getting a raise.

You'll need to be reemployed first.

Still, you were right about one thing.

Rescuing Rhine... is far from my only aim.

I need Rhine, and Rhine needs me. That's my assessment, borne of reason and emotion.

However—

To put it bluntly, I'm curious.

This is Kristen we're talking about. We know Kristen. The army wants to think she's out to blow something up, which is stupid.

After working with her for so long, we know what kind of woman she is, and of course, you would understand her better than I ever could.

Saria, tell me straight. What's going on in that brain of hers?

How far is she going to take this?

I can conjecture.

Conjecture. Very cautious terminology.

Go on, then. Are you conjecturing or not?

......

Those drones currently on the attack may be unable to pierce H.A.M.H.R.R.'s armor for the time being, and cannot reach its altitude of hover.

But shooting down this maintenance aircraft of yours would be simple enough for them.

My guess is, the military and Maylander are deploying even greater firepower right now. Specialist drones capable of even higher altitudes. Even landing craft to convey troops. Their involvement in the front line is only a matter of time.

We need to get your little craft, with near to no armor and not a single weapon installed, straight through a net of drone fire.

This definitely carries a little risk.

I'll pilot.

Suit yourself.

Are you actually able to run this thing, though?

...I learned, once. In college.

Ungh...

It seems like... the Transmitter response... has started growing stronger.

It should be... right around here.

Still no good!

Energy readout's completely blanked!

You can't stop it?

Not that! The thing's blown past max display capacity!

There's nothing in the manuals for this!

Then to hell with the manual! I want solutions, dammit!

No, no, no, the entire facility's energy supply lines should be cut by now, all of them...

This energy... where the heck it coming from?

So you're telling me, this energy is enough to turn us to ash with just one lick, but it's just coming out of thin air?

Uh, the burden is on you to prove that hypothesis...

Shut up, and keep giving me solutions, or I'll hurl you straight in there!

Let me just give it another once-over, pipelines... switches... energy nodes...

Is this... Is this son of a bitch gonna explode on us?

The manual says... uh, I think, in general terms, current accumulated energy is now beyond the structure's theoretical safe capacity.

If it explodes, what happens?

I... I don't know...

Hey... Okay. Run me some analysis.

If something does go wrong... will it hit Yorktown? That's not far from here!

Y—Yorktown? I'm not sure...

Tell me how big it'll blow, for Pete's sake!

I told my brother-in-law it was a bad idea to pioneer out near Trimounts! It's a city of headcases!

I-I'm calculating now!

To hell with this, I'm surrounded by science nuts! Crazy poindexters!

Don't any of you have even a single breaker in your brains? Every day with your million fricking amazing projects and you never just, uh, WONDER what happens if you screw up?

The minds behind Trimountian science! And you build this giant bomb that activates itself and you literally can't even shut it down?!

I wasn't on this project! I got temp assigned to work on this by your colonel!

I—I would've definitely tested this thing a few more times myself...

Zip it! I know you people too well. One little teensy-weensy hint of success and it's like you all go goddamn blind!

But... wasn't this project led by the DOD?

Okay, then they're ALL insane! I warned my meemaw when she said her folks were coming to pioneer in Columbia! Nation built of goddamn nutcases!

Dammit, are you done calculating?! Shit, this won't work, I need to make a call...

Why can't I dial out?

Energy concentrations are too high, probably, uh, thus impacting signal transmission...

Dammit! God—DAMMIT!

Is there anywhere with better signal? Some other corridor?

...

This has all fallen into chaos.

Energy transmission... can't be halted? Just what is Kristen trying to do?

Mmm...

Transmitter response is still growing stronger...

It should be that the Transmitter Professor Parvis tuned is all aboard H.A.M.H.R.R., so why is there such a strong reaction here too?

Ugh... I have to...

Is there a passage anywhere? I need to keep heading down.

......

*sigh*. Silence.

So you came. You chose this path to move forward.

Whenever Parvis recruited for his places, he'd always tell me that the trait he most valued was a researcher's perseverance for 'progress.'

No wonder he graded you well.

......

What... What could be on your mind right now?

Kristen.

......

For the past while, I investigated several former Trimounts locations surveyed by Rhine Lab, until finally I found this place.

And the reality was little removed from what I imagined.

We're separated from the 'Horizon Arc Project' S.H.A.F.T. by only a few hundred meters. I'm afraid Kristen has the way laid out there too, should you want to go sightseeing.

...Dr. Doctor.

I presume you've gathered that there is much more driving Rhodes Island to intervene so actively in the Trimounts affair, beyond simply who and what you've seen.

Silence, Ifrit and Saria, Loken and Rosmontis—even the revenant calling himself the Tin Man. All of them are simply ordinary people, far separated from the truth.

With regards to the Rhine Lab commotion and Kristen going out of control, the military and the Maylander Foundation are like weights once again placed on the scales, trying to preserve the semblance of a civilized nation.

But none of that is what matters most, what should concern most.

From the very beginning, Kristen has been brushing against something far beyond anyone's imaginations, and with that as a focus, has launched a charge against the sky.

I worry her actions will bring unexpected things to bear upon Terra. My intent was to stop her before then... but we were one step too slow.

On Terra today, interfering in such things is no longer easy. Civilization is much more expansive than I thought.

There'll come a day when people step far enough again.

It's not as if I haven't before, but the end result is never ideal.

You may suggest those aboard Rhodes Island today, Amiya, Closure, the hunters with ties to Ægir... They know a great deal already, which has helped to resolve their own issues.

But when you plough the fields, you never pay mind to why the horizons form as clouds, rain and lightning, yet perhaps you may want to know when the next storm will come.

The arrogant acts of noble politicians versus repeated Catastrophe, the forecasted yield of crops versus new tax levies, these are things that ground life. The reality is, countless have no regard for even that much.

They simply do not care for the fates of others.

From a Terran's point of view, even if they did choose to believe such far-flung knowledge and information, what could they do about it? What use would it be?

The wise that take note of all around them, those bare few, are the only ones able to maintain their thought.

And the rest, when faced with things that outstrip their comprehension, more than often opt to laugh it off or persecute it, so as to protect their comfortable bubbles of ignorance from any outside challenge.

They are no more than 'lamentable,' but the truth grows ever further because of them.

'Breakthrough.' A neutral descriptor, but you still unconsciously believe that the 'sky' is something that should have no limit.

To any scholar across the land, all that happens high in the sky is unsolved natural phenomena, just as Catastrophe and the ocean are.

They will puzzle, probe at its inner workings, use their knowledge and philosophies to dissect it all—they will research all the phenomena of the sky, never considering that 'the sky should not be this way.'

Countless children have flown for it in their dreams, and they too quickly realize, the sky is not something that can be freely soared through.

Drones and vehicle altitudes have been rigorously restricted, and the spreading of every fowlbeast's wings is constrained by instinct.

This is the state of common sense upon this land. No one has ever questioned the rising of the sun and setting of the moon, and no one has ever questioned how it is all that all beings come to grow.

But Kristen has steadfastly chosen 'not to believe,' just as poets do not believe that dreams are fiction.

Just promise me one thing, Doctor.

No matter what it is you find next, and think next, do not let it shake you. I am by your side.

If you choose to... No. No, you won't.

I trust the you that accompanied Amiya and Rhodes Island to today, and I trust that you're prepared in your own way.

Despite how inescapably scarce our remaining time is.

—Wait.

Fall back, Doctor. What I just said will take some explaining.

I thought you were more cautious than that, Rhodes Island physician.

But to be fair, mm-hmm... I'm surprised you two managed to find this place. Kristen never even told me its exact location.

K'uk'ulkan.

......

Betraying the Maylander Foundation is tantamount to funeralizing your future in Columbia. What Kristen promised must be far more generous than what Maylander could give you.

You and your clan chose a path of no return. And you're trying to find the source of your race's power from Control and Loken's research.

I advise you to stop. This is not pursuit of the historical self, it is simply self-destruction. A vast time has elapsed in which the Elders have lost their legendary powers, and now compared to the remaining Ancient races, have no—

......

Yes. There's a sort of pressure your calm expression and tone of voice wreak. One that makes your database of a brain capable of turning words into weapons.

But you know that sometimes... speechcraft just doesn't work.

The Sarcophagus from Loken and the files Kristen got from who-knows-where are enough to round off this dream we've had for a long time, a dream filled to bursting with power and might.

Look at this now... look at me. My plumage, my flesh, my tail. Memory tells me how it's all begotten by my blood, a high blood by any other name. The K'uk'ulkan blood.

I'm very strong, aren't I, 'Doctor?'

Hahah... I don't mind your composure one bit. But, you see, if I felt like snapping your neck, then it wouldn't take much effort to do it.

I remember it happening just like this before. Without all that fantastical equipment, Kristen's hardly stronger than the average person, and I could've just as easily throttled her.

But she downplayed, minimized. Rejected 'power.'

I don't really like the oddball scientist type, but she made me realize—outside of my lineage, what do I even have?

It's a cruel irony. The words she says cling to you. She humiliated the calling and the memories I succeeded. I wanted so badly to return the favor—

—but she seemed so impossible to strike at. The placidity, like she'd gotten everything life had to offer.

So placid, it made me... envious. Made me want to claw myself apart, it shook me so badly.

She... won you over?

What is it you want?

I want to see how she ends, to guess her true intentions, to unearth her legacy. And then, I'll snatch away every last little thing that made up her mind when she ridiculed me.

Maybe I'll find the answer, just like that. Before I return to my longed-for age of the K'uk'ulkan's unrivaled dominance, I want to know, in our modern sense, what worth that has—

—what worth I have.

That's what I, Ho'olheyak, want to do. I hope you won't get in the way, 'Doctor,' Dame Kal'tsit.