Arknights story · Ending a Grand Overture
GO-2 Crippling Illness
Parliament works to track down Millscar, while Vina understands that she must confront Allerdale, who has chosen another path.
2 scenes, 454 lines
1. Before Operation
239 lines♪May the vast lands they keep owre kynge.
♪His people, and alle his well-wyllynge,
♪And give them grace wythoute endyng!
♪Then may we call and savely syng,
♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom!
You've been humming that song ever since we stepped into the throne room.
Do you like it?
'Like' is too strong a word. It's just left an impression on me.
My foster parents would hum it by my bedside whenever I couldn't sleep.
I thought it was a lullaby. It's only long after they've passed on that I realized whom I was to them, who was their 'kynge'.
The song became a stranger from that day forth, but the tune has remained familiar. I would never forget it.
Do you still remember him? The...
The King? I'm not familiar with him. As for the man who is my closest blood relative...
I won't lie, Doctor, I tried to piece together an image of my father in my memory.
But when I saw him again with my own eyes, there was nothing familiar about him.
He was a king, and I'm just a gangster from the streets. We have nothing in common, save for the name Victoria.
There are more important things for me to think about.
You heard the dukes talking. They're ready to abandon Londinium... my home, to whatever fate.
This wasn't what I expected when Dr. Kal'tsit got you out of Chernobog and got me to plan a return to Victoria.
But I've come too far to let it go.
Responsibility is a curious thing.
I can't let go of the Rhodes Islanders, either.
We're the same.
The dukes know you can't let go of the people who need you. They're counting on it.
And we're counting on them being obsessed with maintaining their own power.
As long as their pride still needs the name 'Victoria', the city will have time to recover.
It's a deal where the outcome is predetermined, and both sides of the table know that.
It's the people who have had my back through all this that keeps me going.
We're home. The war is over. It's time to listen to their voices.
Vina...
What is it, Doctor?
Perhaps the day will come when Rhodes Island doesn't approve of the choices you make.
Perhaps the day will come when you don't approve of the choices Rhodes Island makes.
...I know.
Many of us find it hard to accept that you assisted Wiš'adel with the evacuation of the remaining Sarkaz.
But this war can go on no longer. I... We've lost enough people.
And we've heard Sarkaz warning, loud and clear.
The ducal fleets held their positions during the retreat because they all got the news—
Massive Catastrophe clouds forming over the capitals of most of the Core countries almost simultaneously.
Talk about straightforward. They strolled back to Kazdel in broad daylight.
You and Dr. Kal'tsit know what they could do with that piece of Originium.
They won't abuse it, unless their back is to the wall.
For self-defense only? Maybe they think that way, for now.
But there is no such thing as a guarantee when one is in possession of power far greater than one can control.
I've seen many gangs rise rapidly with the backing of the nobility, only to fall apart from the inside just as quickly.
That's why Amiya is going back to Kazdel with them.
Amiya will keep the Originium under our oversight.
But you're not in a position to determine Sarkaz's destiny either. Both sides have been inflicted wounds that will not heal so easily.
The young Sarkaz regent has gotten his wish. The Sarkaz are once again united by concrete hatred, and obtained an Originium shard that belongs to them...
Hatred always ends the same way. Where will you be when that time comes?
A golden lion walks out from behind the darkened throne and crouches by its side.
Gawain. It is like he was always here, like the reliefs around him, bearing witness to the Empire's rise and fall, all in the blink of an eye.
And now, his dark eyes have witnessed you.
Teacher?!
...
This is the first time you've shown yourself before me.
No need to fear. I am neither a monster nor an illusion.
I show myself now because I must.
Vina has chosen a path that she had not even considered, until now. She must grow, and you are in a position to help her.
Rhodes Island is already assisting her work in Londinium.
That is not what I mean. I have no intention to interfere in Victoria's destiny, whatever it may be.
But you have led her towards a confrontation with the destiny of Terra itself, on which hope is hard to come by.
I promised one who is long gone to walk with her until the very last, but now, even my own being is no longer a certainty—
We will try not to drag others into it.
I know Vina. When the day comes, she will stand with Rhodes Island, and you will need her. But where will you stand when that day comes?
There is no need to answer. She will witness on my behalf.
You are neither her follower, nor mentor, nor foe.
You already realize that the ties you share are one-of-a-kind.
Perhaps we can afford to wait for a chance at a fresh start. But Vina cannot.
......
I have taught you how to survive, Vina. But I cannot teach you how to become hope—
The one before you, however, can.
I know what I must do.
Then guide her, the one whom Vina trusts. You are the spark that lights her fire, the spring that drives her forward.
Listen to this one, Vina, when you find yourself in doubt.
What is this instrument, Vina?
An engineering sample made by Rockrock. Says it keeps tired workers from growing drowsy. But how's that different from just taking a nap?
Does it work?
Vina yawns, rubs her eyes, and continues to peruse the documents before her.
No.
What DOES wake you up, though, is responding to some forty petitions to eliminate the traitor, Millscar.
Have the citizens fighting over this outside calmed down?
Yes. Horn brought a bunch of city guard's newcomers straight out of training camp.
Thank goodness it didn't get out of hand.
It helped that the soldiers had families and comrades on both sides. *sigh* I really don't know what the people who still support Millscar are thinking.
No surprise. It was Parliament that went back on its word first. We did have trouble with our medicine supply, and her stuff gave people hope.
Crack down? Using violence to suppress innocent countrymen is the most cowardly and least effective method—
Why are you looking at me like that?
Just feeling dumb for worrying at all.
Don't tease me. I've got a long way to go before I'm used to this role. Thank goodness I have a lot help from people I can trust.
My teacher, the Doctor, and you... and many others.
She stretches, puts down Rockrock's sample, and lets out a long exhalation.
I would be stumbling in the dark without the intel from your informants and our Rhodes Island colleagues.
But Millscar...
Selling dangerous drugs of unknown origin, offering predatory loans, threatening the lives of the citizenry... and colluding with the Sarkaz...
All the evidence lies in my drawer, all of it corroborated. She cannot be allowed to run unchecked just because some few benefited from association with her.
Allerdale, she—
It's not just her, Delphine.
No one wants to see this hard-earned peace broken again, after all we've been through.
Parliament promised safety to the people. I know what must be done.
Very well. An old friend has a lead on her that might interest you.
By the way, I've given serious consideration to the Doctor's suggestion.
Once things have settled down for a bit, I'll return to Windermere and take back certain things that have always belonged to me.
How long will you be?
I don't know. But the Doctor is right. I need what Mother left behind, if I am to help you... even if I was reluctant at the time of her death.
Thank you.
It's for myself, too. Victoria, Windermere, Lynncardine... I must see for myself that which Mother cared so much about.
It's the only way I can get closer to her.
Sir! Please allow me to still call you that... I-I didn't think you would come to me.
Did my application go through?
Walker, I've heard how Pitt and the others got you to leave the scene of the protest. I think—
So that's not what you're here for... Alright. Actually, I've been listening to the radio, sir.
I heard about the artillery handover to the newly reorganized Defense Forces under your command, and the newly-constructed training plate outside the city.
I went to see it myself. The facilities are superb. I can even imagine myself training there...
I'm sorry, Walker, but I can't approve your application to join the Defense Forces.
......
Sure, if I'm not up to standard, I'll redouble my—
You know your own health. Training and fighting will only make it worse.
My condition is under control. I'm taking medicine. I haven't felt any pain from the rocks for a while! I'm getting better—
Millscar's medicine, right? We've analyzed it, and it's...
Nothing more than a painkiller. I know.
But that's what we need. Parliament's medicine rations are running out, aren't they?
At least this makes me feel better, for a while, and lets me practice wielding a crossbow with one hand. I'll pass the Defense Forces tests, sir.
'There will be hope as long as we make it back home, no matter how bloody goddamned hard life is.' That's what you told me during the defense of Chetleigh.
'We are the Exemplars.'
'We make miracles.'
What about life after the miracle, then? Where do the Exemplars go?
Horn said the miracle of the previous Exemplars lived on in Gaul, in the textbooks of military schools. What about us? It was a question no one needed to think about before we truly returned to Londinium.
When the city broadcast announced that the city belonged to the Victorians again, the youngest girl in my group asked me,
'Where do we go from here?'
I said we go home; I'll go back to the Slobberknocker with Hannah, Vina and Dagda, and you get to go home too.
But the girl told me...
'I don't have a home anymore. I only have you.'
Vina and the others are here. We ought to go down.
Vina? Speaker Vina? She's coming for me too? Because of the protest?
Did you come to keep an eye on me, sir?
She came to help you because she knew Vina was coming. Same for all of us.
There is no warmth in Londinium's sunset.
The survivors do not remember if it has always been this way. Those who come after will not even question it.
Once, The Shard was the pride of this old nomadic city. Now, people pay careful attention not to step into its shadow.
They all remember the day that terror itself descended upon its pinnacle, beneath the burning red sky.
Two walk side-by-side through the sparse crowd, the setting sun drawing long shadows behind them.
Those they pass bow to them, then go back to the work at hand, humming—
♪Then may we call and savely syng,
♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom!
The refurbishment of The Shard seems to be proceeding ahead of schedule.
Rhodes Island helped a lot: providing medicine, taking in patients, and the Engineering Department has been helping with construction work in the city.
The initial incident left such an impression on the people that the proposal to modify The Shard met no significant opposition.
And we're cleaning up the Originium crystal growths in the city while we're at it.
But the engineers of the Self-Salvation Corps say it'll take some time for things to go back to normal. Even the mobility layer is affected.
Have we confirmed the retrieval team for The Shard's core technologies?
We have a preliminary list, but we're still doing background checks on some of the technicians and scholars. They have... certain links, if you know what I mean.
I do. The dukes have given me a heads-up. We'll turn a blind eye, as long as there's no serious issue.
I, for one, am hoping that they find something worthwhile in that scrapheap. It would be a good thing for Victoria.
And it's not such a bad thing for us if they started fighting over it.
Vina. Delphine.
Horn? I thought you were...
I came to visit an old comrade.
Don't mind me. I was just about to go and see how Bagpipe's doing with the new recruits.
Horn stretches, but shows no sign of leaving. Vina sighs.
Vina! You would never guess what Walker and I talked about. You remember the Davises, who came with us from Chetleigh? Well, the wife just gave birth—
I know why you're here, Morgan.
Walker and the protests are a matter for Parliament... it's not something I should get involved in.
I'm just here to talk about the whereabouts of Millscar.
......
Thanks, but there's no need to make things difficult for Madam Speaker.
I trust Parliament. I know many MPs. Fine people.
Parliament is not as simple as you think. There are those who would prefer to escalate the issue.
But resolving the Millscar issue as soon as possible is in the best interests of everyone, including you.
......
The solder who charged into the city with us stood in the setting sun, suffering our 'interrogation'.
We all know that Vina can influence Parliament... if she chooses to.
That was the day when I truly realized that Vina had not belonged solely to the Glasgow Gang for a long time.
Maybe my Vina already said goodbye to us that afternoon.
That day, all factories of the city came rumbling to life, and steam gushed up to the sky.
I saw her golden hair flying wild in the wind, blocking the fleeting tears in her eyes. She turned towards us with a smile and said—
'We're home.'
We're home. But things have not gone the way we expected.
Does going back home mean goodbye?
Will we lose Vina?
'The factories welcome us!'
'There are survivors in the city!'
'Why do you stand in our way?'
'I'm sorry... dukes' orders. The Exemplars must not act on their own until the dukes have come to a conclusion.'
'Why are you pointing your bow at me?'
'Weren't we fighting side-by-side just a moment ago?'
'What do we do? Is that a... protest? In the city?'
The city was angry.
The troops that stood in our way... are they falling back?
The factories are waking up? I thought the Sarkaz had shut everything down.
...I remember these factories. I know where they are. I always will.
That's Miles Industries on York Street! And that's Coppola Foods on Scott Street! And that's—
'Consolidated Inc.'... 'Hankin's'... 'South Wicker Cargo'...
(Choked) Vina... I thought they...
Those that were silent, those that had been abandoned, those that had been commandeered by the Sarkaz, and those that continued to run timidly.
All the city's factories came alive at the same time, but the Sarkaz hastily pulling back from the battlefield outside the city had no time to notice.
The steam that gushed out was the breath of steel and machine. The factories were roaring.
What's going on?
They're helping us. Londinium is helping us.
March on, Exemplars. It's time to bring this to an end.
This is Lieutenant Diane Weber of the Sixth Column, Tenth Infantry Regiment. Lower your weapons, soldiers, and escort the Exemplars in their advance.
You're defying the dukes?
Before I was a soldier, I was a Londinier. This is my home too.
Go, Siege. The fight is not yet over.
We will take back what is ours!
The first squad starts lowering their crossbows, and they are soon followed by others, who step aside to clear a path.
Exemplars, forward!
We're home.
Keep the factories running at full steam! Keep the Sarkaz at bay just a bit longer!
The dukes want people to think there's no Victorians left alive, justifying them sitting on their hands out there. But we'll make 'em hear we're still here!
The people outside the walls will know we haven't given up yet!
Thanks for the assist, Madam Catherine. You can trust our guys; everyone has a trick or two up their sleeves.
Nine and the others are working on the other factories. This whole city is about to rise up.
Are you coming back... Feist?
Is it on?
On it is! The other factories have also been restored, just as the Doctor planned.
It's not just the citizens that are helping us though. There are other people, and they call themselves—
Reunion...
Well, well. I haven't seen the city so lively in years.
I just got word that alliance troops have cleared a path for the Exemplars.
That wasn't our orders. Are you happy with the test results?
It seems we have underestimated the influence of a miracle.
We should hasten our preparations, then.
Hey, boss, looks like we don't have to cause a commotion anymore.
They're letting the Exemplars through.
Pull the ambush and give a hand to the factories we captured.
Tell the people in charge that the boilers keep burning until I say stop.
You got it.
......
Welcome home, Vina.
Speaker's Office.
Walker's fine. Parliament won't come down hard on him over this little thing. But tell him to stay safe.
There's no telling if the people watching us might find him inconvenient to them.
And... how are things going over there?
...Good.
We'll find you...
Allerdale.
2. After Operation
215 linesI-I just go over there like this?
Yes. Just go over there and ask what the price is.
A-Alright.
The child approaches the merchant's stall and timidly peruses the wares.
Fireworks, kid?
Y-Yeah...
A special occasion? A gift? This one's real popular for celebrations!
B-But there's a lot of dust—
That's normal; it's been lying in the warehouse for a while. How about this, you buy one, and I'll give you one free—
What's that smell—
Fire! It's you, isn't it?!
Hah!
......
What are you standing there for? Run!
The merchant tries to put out the fire to no avail, and is soon surrounded by flames himself.
The exploding fireworks draws a gawking crowd.
The 'practical joker' has long fled the scene with the child.
'But... wasn't it supposed to be a joke...'
'Serves him right for marrying a devil woman, the bastard.'
The fire's getting bigger! I'll grab the man; you get the crowd out of here!
Yes, ma'am!
The piledriver spear rips the flames apart. The sounds of explosions and crackling fire sing joyfully in cacophony.
A Vouivre emerges from the flames, spear in one hand, the merchant in the other. She puts the merchant down in a safe place, then sits beside him, wiping the soot off her face.
Ach, sorry aboot yer stall, I think I might've...
It's fine, fine, don't worry.
Fine? This is... fine?
She points towards the raging fire, with fireworks still leaping out from time to time.
The gawking crowd continues to grow. A drunkard, seemingly oblivious to what is going on, pulls over an unsuspecting passerby and starts dancing.
Under the setting sun is pandemonium, drunken singing mixed with angry yelling mixed with the cackle of fireworks.
This street has not been so lively since the Sarkaz took over.
It is the very picture of chaos, but the merchant, who has already calmed down, begins to laugh.
...?
I haven't seen the folks so happy in a very long time. Brings back memories...
But... it's your stall that's on fire.
You know what? I'm in a good mood today. Let's just call it a fireworks show for everyone!
Between you and me, ma'am... my wife can finally leave the city, tonight.
...?
No injuries, ma'am. Should we go after the troublemaker?
Well, nobody got hurt—
We've got a duty to handle anyone who commits an offense.
Well, thank you, in any case. Say, can you dance? Or play an instrument?
What?
Can't let good fireworks go to waste, can I?
Maybe my wife will hear the commotion. My way of saying goodbye.
*sigh* I'm startin' to miss wartime. Even workin' on the farm. Anythin's easier than this 'keepin' the peace' business.
But, hey, if everyone's happy, who'm I tae complain?
Once she is satisfied that there is no danger, she lies down on a crate by the roadside, stretches, and lets the beams of the setting sun fall upon her face.
Wh-Why did you burn his stall? You said you were just going to snitch something!
That shameless bastard's own fault for marrying a devil.
On the bright side, maybe somebody's already lynched his wife—
Whoa!
Who the feck are you?
—!
Now's your chance to run, kid.
O-Okay!
Wh-What do you want?
Just doing a favor for a client. Maybe it'll bring in future business.
What's the situation with this batch?
Coast is clear, and the head count checks out, no problem. But word on the streets is that Parliament is looking for you.
Nothing they can actually do about it. Same as before, don't cause any trouble.
Speaking of trouble...
There's a kid in this batch that's giving us a hard time.
Why can't I see my dad one last time before we leave?
This man says there's fireworks outside. It's dad's fireworks!
......
Shh, quiet.
You don't want to leave either, do you, Mum—
The Sarkaz covers the child's mouth and holds her tightly, gazing up nervously at the woman looking quietly down at her.
I'm sorry, she's just not used to this... her father never left her side, even during the war.
Our deal with your husband was to get you out of the city. The rest is not my business.
If you want to stay, that's also your own decision.
......
Ma'am, they're just scared because they've never been through anything like this.
None of us have... Don't worry, I'll take care of the girl. She won't cause you any trouble.
But where are we going? What about Dad?
He'll come find us once he's taken care of things at home.
*sigh* I knew this day would come, the day the people from Kazdel came.
You don't like the Military Commission? Isn't Theresis your legendary hero?
I'm every bit the Londinier that you are. I've never been anywhere else since I was born, and I don't know no Theresis.
Your accent, that's not how commoners talk. I take it you ended up here because of the folks from Kazdel?
I—
Never mind.
You're a good person, ma'am. No one else would come close to us at a time like this.
Without you, the new Parliament might've... nothing to be surprised, I suppose. The bigwigs never change, whatever happens.
I've seen enough in my lifetime.
This new Parliament is different—
Maybe. For people like us, though, it all feels the same.
The aged Sarkaz soothes the sobbing child and sighs.
Don't be afraid, child. Your father is an honest man, more honest than most people I've met. He'll find you.
Alright... but where will you go after leaving here?
I plan on visiting some old friends. They left during the withdrawal with their twins, who work for a pharmaceutical company.
......
Do you know them, ma'am?
No. We have no time. You should get ready to leave.
What is your name, ma'am?
We will not meet again.
Humor an old woman, won't you? I just want to thank you, on behalf of myself, and all those who are afraid of you—
And I would rather not direct this gratitude to a code name that's ready to be cast aside any time.
......
Allerdale.
Beautiful name. Thank you, Allerdale.
Allerdale. A name that should have been laid to rest in the Mausoleum of Kings.
In the darkness where even the passage of time became blurred, she had sought to die in the ruins of history, to be forgotten by all those whom she disappointed, yet she was afraid to die, afraid to be forgotten.
But when muddy water dripped from the hole that the Steam Knight left behind and fell upon her palm, she opened her eyes and saw light.
What lay at the end of the light was life, and submission again.
Her hesitation may have lasted three days, or three minutes... in the end, she made the same choice as she once did.
'You will meet Vina again, someday.'
She recited it over and over in her mind, and crawled quietly into the light.
What do you mean, the reservation with Madam Major is no longer valid and I have to get in queue again?
Should we be trying to buy time for the Infected who can't get medication?
I'm afraid the reservation system is under maintenance. There are a lot of files that need to be organized following Madam Major's passing.
However, we are all very busy with preparations for Madam Major's funeral.
How long are we talking?
It should be up and running within seven business days. We will inform you as soon as reasonably possible.
—!
Have you been to the Center for Biological Infection Control? More and more citizens whose conditions are deteriorating rapidly are being sent there by the day.
Most Londiniers didn't know how to handle acute Oripathy attacks before the war. The ones who need help the most are the ones getting the least of it.
They can't afford to wait... not to mention the proliferation of drugs that have little actual effectiveness...
Your feedback is noted. We will pass it on to the Center for Biological Infection Control. Is there anything else I can help you with?
......
Tell me where the Speaker's office is.
If you would like to visit the Speaker, I can assist you in making a reservation—
No need to ask him. I know where the Speaker is.
Come with me, Eliseo.
I apologize for the inconvenience. Please let us know if you need any other assistance. And thank you for the coffee, sir.
It is a very valuable gift.
......
Aren't you furious, Diane? This is no way for them to behave. I came to Londinium to—
To save us?
No... that's not what I mean.
But it's what you think, isn't it?
I-I mean no offense. I'm grateful that you've put a roof over my head, but I also see there's nothing but chaos in the matter of helping the Infected here.
I get that it takes time to build up and improve systems and workflows. Please understand, though, that it was my job to raise such issues, back in Columbia.
I just want to see more regulated and effective workflow to provide help to more Infected. And if I may say so, we're a little ahead on that front.
I've never been to Columbia, Eliseo, and I don't know how people like us are treated back where you call home.
I would love to see it, if I get the chance.
But that gentleman has done nothing wrong. He has done what was tasked of him in such cases; in fact, he has done it better than any of his predecessors.
Londinium has many problems. But things are getting better, even better than before the war.
It seems you trust this new Parliament?
No, but I trust the Speaker. Come, I'll take you to her.
How do you know where she is?
I take it you Columbians are not in the habit of listening to the broadcasts.
Well, we're more used to watching...
Never mind. Where is the Speaker?
At the memorial service for Madam Major.
Here? There are so many people, how do we get to the Speaker?
Come with me. I know a shortcut.
Through the window, Eliseo sees Vina Victoria for the first time.
He has done his homework, and heard the legends of the young Speaker during the war.
He thought the Speaker would be more impressive.
When he sees the well-dressed Aslan speaking at the podium, he feels nothing but disappointment—
Vina Victoria is not nearly as splendid as he imagined.
Are you lost?
If you're here for the service, the entrance is that way.
—!
Would you like a hand, Eliseo?
Oh, er, thank you.
......
Hey, how did you—
I was the one who put the files on Pure Heart Medical—and yourself—on the Speaker's table, long before you arrived in Londinium.
So you know what I'm here for?
Of course.
And the Speaker knows what I've been trying to do for the past few days?
I thought the Speaker would be different from the other nobles I've met.
Eliseo!
It's fine. I would just like to clear up the misunderstanding. This is not Columbia, Eliseo, and it is arrogance to judge us by your standards.
Sometimes, we must follow the rules first, in order to change things.
Not even she could do it?
Inside the hall, Vina is muttering something with a sad expression on her face, but they cannot hear what she is saying.
Delphine meets Diane's gaze, then quickly averts her eyes.
......
Was Madam Major another victim of the rules?
No, only a respectable woman. One of those 'nobles' you were talking about.
She could have stayed in Normandy, far from danger, but she came of her own accord to the chaos of Londinium in order to help the people here.
She refused to stop working, even as her condition deteriorated, trying to help as many people as she could. Just like you, Eliseo.
Our conflict with her was only because of the harm that her radicalness and stubbornness were doing to herself.
There are no dark secrets, no conspiracies behind her passing. She was not a 'victim'.
I'm sorry, I... I didn't know.
But that makes it even harder to understand. Why do you refuse to work with Pure Heart? We're just trying to solve your problems.
Are you aware that Pure Heart Medical is backed by the Columbian Department of Defense and the Maylander Foundation?
Of course. The military and the Foundation have always been our main stakeholders.
You... are a good, responsible man. Feel free to come and find me, if you insist on carrying out that responsibility.
Oh, er... you are...?
Delphine Windermere. You may call me Delphine. Looks like your company has work to do when it comes to client research.
—!
I'm not giving up, Lady Delphine. I believe we can help with Londinium.
I can't make any promises on behalf of Vina or Parliament. But believe me when I say that we want to heal this city more than anyone else.
But, if you would like, you can come with me, to say goodbye to Madam Major...
And to all those who have died in the chaos of the past few years.
The bell of mourning tolls. Fowlbeasts glide close to the ground, a sign of impeding rain.
Right now, though, nobody pays any heed. Their heads are bowed.
No tears are shed. War has already spent the city of its last drop.
All leads point to this place being Millscar's hideout. Why are you still taking your time?
Don't you think it's too easy?
Besides, there has been rumors of unidentified Sarkaz activity here. Can't hurt to be careful.
I say it can't hurt to have an accident or two. Good exercise.
Why do you think I refused to help Morgan with her stupid paperwork?
You're an upright girl, to come along like this. I thought you'd shut yourself up in the tower as soon as you came back.
You really ought to be staying put at the ship, Hannah. How many times has Medical reminded you about your condition—
The sound of bells echoes in the sky above the city. As if everything has gone quiet for a moment.
......
The memorial service has started.
......
Well—no time to wallow in sentiment. Let's go, Dagda. I don't want to get my arse kicked while I'm trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.
Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you, Hannah.
What do we do if we run into Allerdale?
Punch her in the gut and leave the rest for Vina to worry about.
Who's there?!
I'm afraid you won't find her. It's not you she wants to see.
Who are you?!
The Rose Riverside's Canoe.