The Outcast |
| Year: 984 - 01 |
| Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 8 - Episode 9 - Episode 10 - Episode 11 - Episode 12 - Episode 13 - Episode 14 - Episode 15 - Episode 16 - Episode 17 - Episode 18 - Episode 19 - Episode 20 - Episode 21 - Episode 22 - Episode 23 - Episode 24 - Episode 25 - Episode 26 - Episode 27 - Episode 28 - Episode 29 - Episode 30 |
| Episode: 1 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Charon |
Verg. |
| Charon |
Blockage ahead. Permission to vroom-vroom? |
| The chatter was what finally got me to open my eyes. | |
| After all, nothing beats blocking out your sight when you want to keep boredom at bay. | |
| Not that there was much else to do on a bus whose destination was unknown to me... | |
| My lack of head and memories certainly don’t help, either. | |
| Vergilius |
... ... |
| Vergilius |
Alright, let’s proceed. |
| Charon |
Ok. Here come bumpity-bumps. |
| Charon |
Expensive washer fluid. Verg said he paid a fortune. |
| The clumps stuck to the window gently dissolve, letting light through. | |
| Many different sets of eyes on the bus are lethargically facing forward. | |
| It felt like a pretty gruesome scene, but based on the others’ reactions, maybe this kind of violence is common in the City. | |
| Dante |
<Hey... > |
| It felt rather awkward to close my eyes again now that I was wide awake. That’s when the conspicuously bearded man grabbed my attention. | |
| Dante |
<Bu― I mean, Glasses. Know where we’re going right now?> |
| ... A feature far more conspicuous than his beard made me slip. | |
| Gregor |
... You almost called me “bug guy”, didn’t you? |
| Gregor |
Once again, my name is Gregor. |
| Gregor |
The same way you’re called Dante and not clockface. |
| ... I couldn’t find any excuses so I just gave back a light nod. | |
| Gregor |
Say, Bus Girlie. Where are we headed? |
| Charon |
Once again, my name is Charon. |
| Charon |
The same way you’re called Gregor and not bug guy. |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Dante |
<She got you there, Gregor.> |
| Gregor |
Haha, she really did. |
| Charon |
... Verg said: |
| Charon |
“The Sinners will go to District 4.” |
| Don Quixote |
Whaaaat ho?! Did District 4 fall upon my ears?! |
| Don Quixote |
That place is known to be the home of the Grass Maiden! ‘Tis the origin of the heroine’s journey. And ‘twas the... |
| Heathcliff |
Bloody hell, you’re rattling on and on and on... |
| Heathcliff |
Can’t you just shut up and let the trip go in peace? |
| Don Quixote |
Why, I had remained silent unto mere moments ago! |
| Heathcliff |
I said to shut up! |
| Ishmael |
... Sorry, did you happen to realize you’re being louder here? |
| Heathcliff |
... Even if you can’t die, you sure as hell can suffer, no? So say that again. |
| Ishmael |
I say the right thing and your first response is violence? Shows how refined you are. |
| Heathcliff |
... Ha. |
| I contemplated for a second. | |
| Should I step in? Is this the part where I exercise my authority as the manager with dignity and grace? A faint memory urges me to do something. | |
| Dante |
<Now now, guys, it’s inadvisable to lose your c―> |
| Heathcliff |
Grh... |
| Ishmael |
Kuhㅡ |
| Ryoshu |
TRANCHES. |
| Ryoshu |
To right against noisy crying hogs entails scragging. |
| Ryoshu |
... ... |
| Don Quixote |
Senseless violence shan’t be forgiven! I will bring about justice! |
| Rodion |
Aw~ I knew this would happen—it left a spot on my clothes. Look, do you guys really have to fight next to me? |
| Dante |
<I must be mad... > |
| We haven’t even reached our destination and they've already killed three. Of our own, that is. | |
| Vergilius |
Can’t take a small break without anticipating trouble, can I. |
| Vergilius |
You four. Cleaning duty for the next month. |
| Don Quixote |
Such unfairness! I merely sought the hand of justice! |
| Rodion |
Oh, also! Tell them to do my laundry, too. Blood doesn’t wash off as easily as wine stains. Sheesh, dry cleaning’s costly... |
| No one bats an eye at the lifeless janitors-to-be littering the floor. | |
| Maybe they’re already taking their indefinite revivals for granted. | |
| But, I don’t even know how exactly I’m supposed to bring them back... | |
| Vergilius |
Dante, I’d like you to turn the clock back. |
| Dante |
<Turn... the clock?> |
| Vergilius |
... Sigh. |
| Vergilius |
That must mean there’s a puzzled look where your face should be. I’ll keep that in mind. |
| Vergilius |
Ms. Faust. |
| Faust |
... ... |
| Vergilius gives Faust a tired nod and gestures to me. | |
| She let out a small sigh but still came to my seat, probably out of a sense of obligation. | |
| Faust |
It’s the same thing you did the day we first met, Dante. Though, I suppose that was more of an instinctual reaction. |
| Faust |
Now, let’s try again. Close your eyes. |
| Though I have no eyes to close, blocking out my sight is something I’ve done. | |
| I had no reason not to follow Faust’s instruction here. | |
| Faust |
In fact, the door is everywhere. |
| Faust |
However, only you can see it. For the stars never set in your sky. |
| At that, I felt a thread of light creep into my sight. | |
| As if to open my eyes, I embraced that light. | |
| Then I saw a space. | |
| I was alone there. | |
| And a massive door stood before me. | |
| It wasn’t a pleasant sight. | |
| Suffocating heat and agonized cries seep through the gap. | |
| Hearing the endless laments and wailing for even a split second makes me feel faint. | |
| However, I’m approaching the door, grasping at its handles as if it’s what I was born to do. | |
| Despite being seemingly heavy, pulling it open was surprisingly easy. | |
| I grope about in the door. Thousands upon thousands of last wails lay within. | |
| And reaching inside, I grab a few unknown hands. | |
| I can feel the histories of different sins bearing their brands crawl up my hand onto my arm. | |
| Art thou prepared to share the pain? | |
| Could that have been a question? Or rather, pressure to comply? | |
| I pulled forth the Sinners grasping my hand with all my strength. | |
| Dante |
<... RAHHHHGH!> |
| A terrible pain spreads through my neck and head. | |
| It’s so crushingly severe, it makes me wish I were dead. | |
| The indescribable sensation of bone and muscle twisting, entangling with each other, goes on for what feels like an eternity. | |
| My legs weren’t prepared to endure all this agony; I fell to kneel atop the pool of blood in helplessness. | |
| Then I see it. | |
| Trembles in the bloody pools, gradually growing into waves and bubbles rising from the floor. | |
| Soon, that blood soaking the ground coalesced into three masses. | |
| Then the agony that seemed to last forever vanished just like that. | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Heathcliff |
Mmgh... |
| Ishmael |
... Ugh. |
| As the lumps of blood rose into the air and flew away, my sight was cleared of dreadful redness, returning to the grumbling bus. | |
| Ryoshu |
Keh... How does it feel to have your head back after it was severed? Was it exciting? |
| Right as Heathcliff is restored to consciousness, he rubs his neck, mutters vulgar words, and approaches Ryōshū. | |
| Dante |
<Hold on, I just brought you back and you’re going straight into another fight?> |
| Heathcliff turns around to glare at me. His eyes are those of a man devoured by blind fury. | |
| Heathcliff |
Isn’t it your job to bring us back? |
| Heathcliff |
If your job’s done, then step aside before I knock your dumb clock off. |
| Sinclair |
P—Please, wait! Dante looks like they’re in a lot of pain, so we really should sh― |
| Before he could finish, Heathcliff’s steel bat caved in the side of Sinclair’s head. | |
| Sinclair |
Kurgh... grh... |
| The incoherent gurgles of a dying person violated my ears. | |
| Heathcliff |
Next time, Clockface, you’re crushed. Are we clear? |
| Ishmael |
You really are as coarse as you look. |
| Heathcliff |
... Was dying once not enough for you? |
| Heathcliff tightens his grip on the bat, and Ishmael is ready to swing her weapon as well. | |
| ... Have I seriously become the manager of people who can’t be stopped even by death? | |
| While I was lost in thought, all tension in the bus suddenly dropped and froze over. | |
| Vergilius |
Ahem, it seems this team’s in serious need of discipline. |
| Heathcliff |
... ! |
| Ishmael |
... ... |
| The Sinners on a collision course stopped dead in their tracks. | |
| A cold pair of red eyes cast their glare between the two. | |
| Vergilius |
Rule number one. |
| Vergilius |
Do not let me hear weapons clashing inside the bus. |
| Vergilius |
If any of you break this rule as of now... |
| Vergilius |
You’re going to be begging for me to let you die. |
| Vergilius |
I’m sure you know I’m capable of that and more, right? |
| Sinclair’s writhing on the floor was the only sound breaking the silence. | |
| Heathcliff glowered, but couldn’t bring himself to argue back. | |
| Vergilius |
Dante, I’m sorry about this. I need you to rewind one more time. |
| Dante |
<I have to do that again... ?> |
| I’d rather die than have to bear that harrowing pain once more. I waggled my head in dejection. | |
| The faint hint of a smile on Vergilius’s face vanishes as his expression shifts. | |
| Vergilius |
... You’d better open up while I’m still feeling generous enough to ask and offer apologies, Manager Dante. |
| Vergilius |
Oh, in case you’re refusing simply because you don’t want more pain, I can gladly help you with that. |
| Vergilius |
This degree of pain will feel like nothing by the time I’m done. Surely you’ll be a tougher person afterward, right? |
| Outis |
Did I hear correctly? I’m pretty sure our manager clearly declined your request. |
| Vergilius |
You... This is not the time to step in. |
| Outis |
I was informed when I joined the company that the Executive Manager would be my superior, not you. |
| Outis |
I would say that the manager has made themself clear with a shake of the head. |
| Vergilius |
I see, so their aide has decided to step in, is that it? |
| Vergilius |
Then it’s my turn to make clear what I mean. |
| The red hue of his eyes grew deeper, much to my dread. | |
| ... I don’t really know what I’m meant to do as the manager, or if I even deserve to take this role. | |
| But I felt that I should at least stop things here so we don’t get into an even bigger mess. | |
| Reviving one should hurt less than reviving twelve at once... | |
| Dante |
<Outis... I’ll rewind the clock. It’s okay.> |
| Vergilius noticed me motioning her to stand down, and withdrew the red glow from his glare as if in mutual understanding. | |
| Vergilius |
Good thinking. |
| Outis |
... As you wish, Manager. |
| Outis seemed to want to add her input, but she promptly backed down and straightened herself out. | |
| The red door greeted me again, along with the twisting sensation. | |
| I’ve given up trying to describe the throes I go through. | |
| Words can’t express it in full, anyway. | |
| Sinclair |
... Th, thank you very much... |
| Sinclair stood up with a pained moan and bowed to me before waddling back to his seat. | |
| Episode: 2 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Don Quixote |
Pardon me! I have a question! |
| Don Quixote suddenly raised her hand. | |
| Vergilius |
Shoot. |
| Don Quixote |
Verily, I understood the first rule well! What is the second rule, then? |
| Gregor |
Hah, really... Why are you so eager to learn that? |
| Vergilius |
... ... |
| Vergilius gave a cold stare to Ryōshū, who had just lit her cigarette. She looked back at him with a peculiar face. | |
| Vergilius |
Rule number two... |
| Vergilius |
Don’t litter the bus floor with cigarettes. They leave burn marks. |
| Ryoshu |
... Hah. |
| The bus falls silent again. | |
| Vergilius |
Now wait a second, the bus shouldn’t be this quiet. Where’s the engine’s roar? |
| Vergilius |
Charon, why aren’t you speeding up? |
| Charon |
No food. Mephi is hungry. |
| Vergilius |
Good. We could use something to lift the mood. |
| Are we dropping by a gas station? | |
| The idea of Vergilius casually plugging a fuel nozzle into the bus like an average driver felt alien. | |
| Vergilius |
A car needs fuel to run. |
| Vergilius |
Charon, try flashing the headlights a bit. Like stage lights. |
| Charon |
Mhm, it’s dance timey. |
| Ishmael |
Wait, if we do that, we’re effectively asking to be attacked. |
| Meursault |
That appears to be the intent. |
| Ishmael |
... Sorry? |
| I could hear someone slam the bus outside. | |
| Number-nuts Hooligan |
Oi! Leave all ya stuff behind and get off! Y’got 30 seconds! Ten! Nine! |
| Sharp Hooligan |
Ey, you skipped twenty of ‘em. |
| Number-nuts Hooligan |
Er... Uhh... Well say your prayers for the other 20! |
| Ishmael |
Sigh, why am I surrounded by dullards left and right. |
| Heathcliff |
... What’d you just say? |
| Don Quixote |
How cowardly of them to ambush us! They must be villains without a shadow of a doubt! |
| Vergilius |
Alright, everyone off. |
| Vergilius |
And one more thing: we want them near death, not dead. Got it? |
| Episode: 3 | |
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| With a guttural noise, the side of the bus lurches and splits open. | |
| A number of human shapes littered the ground before its maw. Some were still conscious, while others weren’t exactly in one piece. | |
| Then, the bus began devouring those served to it in the most literal sense. Gluttonously, voraciously. | |
| Ryoshu |
... ... |
| Ryōshū watched it with a satisfied expression, seemingly determined to savor every moment... | |
| While in the corner of my eye, Sinclair was clearly distressed. | |
| Sinclair |
They... all look like they’re out of their minds. Don’t you think so too? |
| His reaction got me curious to know their stories. | |
| Dante |
<Just to make sure... None of you were forced to join, right?> |
| Though what I was involved in before my head’s change is a mystery, I myself was practically forced to join the company judging from what I know at the moment. | |
| And maybe they aren’t so different from me, or so I thought, when... | |
| Sinclair |
Ah... |
| Sinclair’s head drooped in response, like I struck a nerve. | |
| Sinclair |
That’s right. It was by my choice. I’ll get used to all this... Right? |
| He muttered as if he were talking to someone other than me. | |
| Don Quixote |
‘Tis what I would have done even if the company recruited me not! Look, yon horde of evil approaches! |
| Episode: 4 | |
| Location: Some Backstreets of District 4 | |
| Rodion |
Gee, when was the last time I had a feast? Even a big blocky machine eats better than we do... |
| Faust |
Do mind that all meals are provided with appropriately determined quantities. |
| Rodion |
It’s not nearly enough to get me going! |
| I thought I heard Heathcliff shout “You think I’m doing this on a full stomach?!” in the distance, but Rodya seemed to pretend she heard nothing. | |
| Speaking of... | |
| Dante |
<Does this bus run on stuff like blood or protein?> |
| Faust |
It’s Enkephalin, an energy source Lobotomy Corporation treated. |
| Ishmael |
You mean the previous L Corp. I heard it produced energy using its Singularity, though all that remains of the company now is rubble. |
| Faust |
That’s right, which is why it’s become a rarity these days. |
| Faust |
However, Mephistopheles is capable of forcibly extracting Enkephalin from the body. |
| Dante |
<The body... ?> |
| I posed a question, watching Outis give orders to the other Sinners, then glancing to the maw of the bus in turn. | |
| Faust |
Correct, Enkephalin can only be extracted from the brain and the spinal nerves. It can be taken from live subjects for greater efficiency. |
| So that’s why Vergilius told the Sinners not to kill the assailants. | |
| Dante |
<Okay, and... > |
| Faust |
If “Why the rest of their body?” is what you’re thinking, there is a point, as their blood and flesh can also be processed into fuel. |
| Faust |
While Enkephalin is used to generate ignition and thrust, the remaining organic matter is spent on maintaining speed, thus reducing Enkephalin usage. |
| Yi Sang |
A hybrid. |
| Faust went on to explain how most of the vehicle’s fuel is taken from the branch facilities, and that it won’t be a sufficient source on its own... | |
| But most of it went in one ear and out the other. | |
| Dante |
<... Well, that’s complicated. I got that it’s tough work, at least.> |
| Faust |
Don’t mention it. Faust knows no struggle. |
| Gregor |
If anyone’s doing the heavy lifting, it’d be us... Hey! Manager Bud! More incoming! |
| Episode: 5 | |
| Location: Some Backstreets of District 4 | |
| Vergilius |
Hey! That’s enough of that. We’re expecting a guest any time now. |
| Vergilius said, poking his head out the window. | |
| Dante |
<A guest? Who?> |
| Faust |
I’ve determined that we’ll need a guide as this is our first trip to a dungeon. |
| Yuri |
Excuse me... Are you the people from Limbus Company? |
| Someone approaches us slowly. | |
| Yuri |
Looks like it... |
| The bus had just about finished its meal, crunching on the last remaining bone chips. | |
| Yuri watched it indifferently before introducing herself. | |
| Yuri |
I’m Yuri, a former employee of the previous L Corp. I look forward to working with you. |
| Dante |
<By L Corp, do you mean... > |
| Gregor |
Has to be Lobotomy Corporation. |
| Faust |
That’s right, we will explore the former branch facilities of Lobotomy Corporation—also called the old L Corp. |
| Ishmael |
If I were you, I wouldn’t have taken part in this. |
| Ishmael |
Being a fallen Wing and everything, I doubt your employment ended on pleasant terms. |
| Rodion |
What’re you on about? Any point in your life can be pleasant as long as you’ve money to spend. |
| Gregor |
Hrm, I heard those places are still teeming with monsters to this day... |
| Faust |
Not “monsters”, Abnormalities. The rumors are true, either way. But there are more important matters. |
| Faust |
In the deepest reaches of these branches are neoplastic plantlike growths holding the essence of L Corp’s technology. |
| Vergilius |
Dante, if you remember, I believe I offered to let you finish engraving your Aspect a few days ago. |
| Vergilius |
With the essence... those Golden Boughs in our hands, it’ll be as easy as pie. |
| The word ‘Aspect’ still makes my head ache. | |
| What was ‘I’ trying to do? | |
| Faust |
There’s no need to rouse your brain trying to remember what you can’t. It’ll all come back in due time. |
| I returned a slow nod to Faust’s placid advice. | |
| Alright, for now, I should focus on what I currently know and see. | |
| Dante |
<And if it’s Lobotomy Corp we’re scouring... we might find some Enkephalin, too.> |
| Sinclair |
Oh, does that mean we won’t have to... feed people into our vehicle? |
| Ishmael |
We could also grab some E.G.O if we’re lucky, so that’s three rats with one stone. |
| E.G.O? That’s another unknown term that makes my head tilt... | |
| But in any case, it seemed rather rude to keep talking to each other when we had a guest on board. | |
| ... And someone else seemed to agree. | |
| Gregor |
So, Miss Yuri, what’ve you been up to since the layoff? |
| Gregor gave his best shot at making some conversation with a well-meaning smile to put the newest passenger at ease. | |
| His brows seemed to twitch due to a lack of practice, but it’s no big deal. | |
| Don Quixote |
It appears to me that thou art an honorable Fixer! It is said that all Fixers exude the noble scent of heroes! |
| As Yuri was nodding lightly, I heard Ishmael let out a deep sigh. | |
| Ishmael |
I don’t know who gave you that idea, but Fixers are anything but noble or heroic. The only scent you’ll smell is the miserable stink of wage slaves. |
| Gregor |
... It couldn’t have been easy to find another job so soon. Good that you’re holding up. |
| Yuri |
For now... I’m just a contract worker. |
| Ishmael |
Aha. That explains why you decided to crawl on back there. |
| Ishmael |
Did they promise to promote you to team leader or something if you struck gold in your former workplace? |
| Yuri |
... My contracts might get extended if I return with results. |
| Gregor |
R—Right. A good result is something to risk your life for if you want to earn a permanent spot. |
| Ishmael |
Ha, and what a futile life that is. |
| Gregor |
(Hey, what’s with the sarcasm? Is something a problem?) |
| Ishmael |
... I dunno, I have a problem with every single thing I’m hearing right now. |
| Seemingly unaffected by the abrasive attitude, Yuri quietly took an empty seat. | |
| Looking back and forth between the two, Gregor returned to his seat as well, scratching his head. | |
| Dante |
<I... can’t seem to get used to being around these people.> |
| Vergilius |
It will be beneficial for you to adapt to them sooner than later, Dante. |
| Vergilius |
... Charon, time to go. Our guest has taken her seat. |
| Charon |
Mephi’s tum revived. Charon’s raring to drive. |
| Episode: 6 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Yuri |
Umm, sorry to ask... |
| Yuri |
But if I have the map, how do you know what roads to take? |
| Answerless, the bus keeps speeding anyway. | |
| Charon |
We do have something to lead us... |
| Charon |
Intuition. Charon’s intuition. |
| Yuri |
Whaaat?! |
| Charon |
Pinky-hair, explain why you keep rubbing that odd paper in Charon’s face. |
| Yuri |
Because you keep going in weird directions! Take a look at this map. Our destination is to the southeast of here... |
| Charon reluctantly gives the map a cursory glance, as she couldn’t ignore the thing right in front of her eyes. | |
| Charon |
Follow the heart. That’s where the true path lies. |
| Don Quixote |
Hear, hear! We all must follow as our hearts lead! |
| Yuri |
... You’re just admitting that you can’t read a map. |
| Ishmael |
You took the words right out of my mouth. |
| Yuri and Ishmael put a palm over their respective faces at the same time, almost like they were in sync. | |
| Rodion |
Ooh! Did our driver make a new friend? |
| Charon |
Pinky keeps on blabbing. I know the way. |
| Yuri |
No, I mean, you’re going the wrong direction... |
| Charon |
Look ahead, more obstacles. Do I vroom-vroom? |
| Vergilius |
No, Charon. Wait one second. |
| Famished Hooligan |
Lookie! Nice bus you got there! Why don’tcha gimme a ride! |
| Vergilius |
... I guess Mephistopheles could use a helping of dessert. |
| Vergilius |
Get on down... It needs to be fed just a bit more. |
| Episode: 7 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Yuri |
Now Charon, tell me, is this east or west? |
| Charon |
Charon only knows two directions: Mephi’s front and back. |
| Yuri |
How did you come so far with a driver who has zero sense of direction? |
| Sinclair |
Charon... Like I said, the sun rises from... |
| At the driver’s seat, three heads gathered together over a map. | |
| Well, one of them might have been at a slightly different elevation from the others. | |
| Rodion |
Pft... Chiquita~ Aren’t you gonna join them too? |
| Don Quixote |
I beg your pardon! I am no child! And most certainly not little! |
| Watching Don Quixote shake her fist sky-high at Rodya, I noticed a bitter gaze falling upon them out of the corner of my view. | |
| Dante |
<... I’m starting to think that Yuri gal might’ve put up with a rough childhood.> |
| Gregor turned around to take a glance in my direction, then shook his head and went back to looking at the driver’s side with his chin resting on his hand. | |
| Gregor |
... Wouldn’t be on the youngest side, either. Some Nests used to conscript anyone old enough to hold a knife. |
| Nests... A Nest was basically the center of a District, if my memory is correct. | |
| Sounds like Nests used to get into wars with one another in the past. | |
| Dante |
<Did that happen often?> |
| Gregor |
Not frequently, but it sure as hell did happen. |
| Gregor |
... Interested in learning about wars, Manager Bud? |
| Dante |
<Oh, I’m not really curious about the details, just gathering info I should know as the manager... > |
| As I was about to go on, a glimpse of Gregor’s expression I caught from the side stopped me in my tracks. | |
| His eyes seemed to be fixed somewhere far more distant than the driver’s seat. | |
| Gregor |
Don’t get me wrong, Manager Bud, I’m not trying to criticize you or anything. Heck, it’s actually a pretty standup attitude for a boss, I’d say. |
| He slowly continued, taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. | |
| Gregor |
Still, ignorance is a gift you should savor while you have it, if you ask me. |
| Gregor |
Once you’re burdened with knowledge, there’s no going back. |
| Without another word, he lit his cigarette. | |
| Yuri |
No, you should’ve turned right at that intersection! |
| Sinclair |
I-It’s okay, Charon. We can turn around at the next junction. |
| Charon |
Ahh... The woes of a driver. |
| Gregor |
Well... Looks like we have more pressing matters at hand. Ain’t that right, Manager Bud? |
| Gregor cackled with cigarette smoke still in his mouth. | |
| I was still curious to learn what he’d been through, but he’s right that I should focus on other things for now. | |
| An urgent matter showed up right before our bus-shaped doorstep, too. | |
| Vergilius |
Enough squabbling now. More enemies inbound. |
| Head Hooligan |
You shoved my pals into that bus, you sick bastards! Are you nuts? |
| Head Hooligan |
You’ll pay for this! We were just gonna leave with the bus, but now I’ve gotta see you all bleed! |
| Charon |
Verg, fuel is making a fuss. Charon will get dizzy if many mouths are being noisy. |
| Vergilius |
Nothing to worry about, Charon. They’ll shut their mouths soon enough. |
| Vergilius |
Off the bus. |
| Episode: 8 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Yuri |
Okay, let’s look at the map again. |
| Charon |
... ... |
| Sinclair |
Charon, can you please focus? |
| Looking at the trio arguing over the map once again, a question arose in my mind. | |
| Dante |
<By the way, this bus was specifically made for Limbus Company, right?> |
| Faust |
It was made exclusively for us, to be more precise. |
| Isn’t that basically what I said? | |
| Faust |
You appear to be failing to identify the nuance. |
| Dante |
<... That’s weird, I don’t think I spoke that part out loud.> |
| Is the clock broken or something? | |
| Faust |
I can tell that much without hearing it verbalized. |
| Faust |
There is nothing that Faust doesn’t know, after all. |
| Dante |
<Anyway, it must’ve taken a long while to get it out of the oven. Especially with that... “mouth” on the side.> |
| Faust |
It only took the expected amount of time. |
| Dante |
<... ... > |
| Faust |
... ... |
| She’s downright oppressive to talk to. | |
| Faust |
Faust is a well-renowned genius. She knows the ins and outs of the City. |
| Heathcliff |
Oi, if you’re so smart, why don’t you help those twits at the driverside figure out the way. Can’t sleep a wink with their constant bickering. |
| Faust |
Faust is no meddler. She answers to questions, but doesn’t chime in without being asked first. |
| Faust |
Additionally, there is no greater joy for a human being than to ponder on problems in order to grasp an answer. Faust would rather not spoil that delight. |
| Ishmael |
He wouldn’t get it. I doubt he’s pondered on anything ever. |
| I saw Heathcliff’s grip on the bat tighten, however... | |
| With Vergilius casting a glare his way, he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms and forced his eyes shut. | |
| Dante |
<I wonder why they’re so vitriolic... > |
| Gregor |
Huh. You and me both, Manager Bud. You and me both. |
| With Gregor’s snickers, the bus started again. | |
| Episode: 9 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Rodion |
Bweh... Greg, you know those pals? |
| Gregor |
Huh? Gimme a break... There’s no way I’d know someone in this corner of the Backstreets― |
| Gregor’s face goes dark the moment he looks out the window. | |
| Dante |
<... Bug heads?> |
| Unlike the other miscreants we’ve run into, they were part insectoid. | |
| Rodion |
Gosh... Dante, thank goodness your head’s shaped like a clock. I would’ve gagged if my manager was a huge bug. |
| Ishmael |
Isn’t that... the same type of augmentation you have, Gregor? |
| Heathcliff |
They stitch disgusting insect heads to their necks on purpose? |
| Gregor |
You’d better stay away. Wouldn’t want to catch the pest, ‘ne? |
| Sinclair |
Eek, is that true?! |
| Gregor |
Just a joke... Does my sense of humor not fly with kids your age? |
| While Gregor was left scratching his head, the bus made a languishing sound and came to a slow, deflating halt. | |
| Faust |
In the past, G Corp. had procedures on most employees to give them biomimetic weapons like the one Gregor has. |
| Ishmael |
You used to work for the old G Corp, Gregor? That company must’ve been... |
| Ishmael frowned as if she remembered something unpleasant, but didn’t speak further. | |
| Gregor wore a smile on his mouth, but his hardened eyes were resting downcast, just as a moment ago. | |
| Hong Lu |
I wonder, where do people like them sleep at night? |
| Vergilius |
For many, the sky is the roof over their head, and the stars are their firelight. |
| Hong Lu |
Aha, so they’re the poetic sort! |
| Dante |
<I don’t think that’s what he meant... > |
| Vergilius |
And, unless my eyes deceive me, they’re intent on obstructing our journey. |
| Vergilius |
Aren’t you going to get off, Gregor? |
| Gregor |
Care to explain why you’re calling my name specifically? |
| Vergilius |
Who knows. I don’t feel like rambling about someone else’s past with my own tongue. |
| Vergilius |
Take the lead, Gregor. You know the reason. |
| Gregor |
... You’re one nasty fellow. |
| A group of soldiers with the heads of insects gathered near the bus. | |
| Gregor |
Bah... I’m not too fond of being in the vanguard. |
| InsectMan2 |
What are you? Why does your arm look like ours? |
| InsectMan3 |
Hold on... I’ve seen that face before. |
| Gregor |
... Mostly on flyers and magazine covers, I’d bet. |
| Dante |
<Gregor? Do you know them from somewhere?> |
| Ishmael |
... Not really important right now, Manager. Don’t think we have the time for reminiscing. |
| InsectMan2 |
That arm bothers me... But, whatever. Point is, I can’t let you through. |
| Dante |
<Is that so. I suppose we can’t talk this out... > |
| Rodion |
Why are they showing their buggy sides out in the open, anyway? |
| Rodion |
They’d make kids cry. Really ought to take some concealing lessons from our Greg over here, right? |
| Gregor |
I’m a special case. The procedure makes those “buggy” parts grow on the head most of the time. |
| Gregor |
Although... I’m not sure if I’d consider myself lucky. |
| Yuri |
It feels like they’re trying to stop us from getting to the branch facility for some reason. |
| Rodion |
Are they after the Golden Bough too? |
| Vergilius |
Maybe so. |
| Vergilius |
There ought to be many that are after the essence. |
| Vergilius |
... And I’m sure each has their own wishes. Isn’t that true? |
| Gregor |
What’s that look for? I haven’t got a clue, either. |
| Episode: 10 | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Charon |
We’re here. Charon knew the way all along. |
| Yuri |
No, no you didn’t! Sinclair and I had to steer you from both sides nonstop. |
| Sinclair |
I’m glad that at least you learned to tell the difference between southeast and northeast, Charon. |
| Dante |
<So this is... the old L Corp?> |
| Ishmael |
This is my first time seeing it with my own eyes, too... It can’t have been long since ‘that’ happened. |
| Hong Lu |
My goodness... How can a building be in such a derelict state? |
| Heathcliff |
Hah, this is a surprising scene for our rich boy, is it. |
| Vergilius |
Cut the chatter. Time to step off. |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Entrance | |
| Dante |
<Huh, there are people over there... > |
| Faust |
They’re Fixers from the same Office as Miss Yuri. |
| Faust |
They’re experienced explorers who have visited the branches of L Corp. a number of times. |
| Vergilius |
Give your greetings. The person on the left is Hopkins, and the one on the right is Aya. |
| Aya |
Greetings~ |
| Hopkins |
Th... The... The— |
| Hopkins |
The Red Gaze! It’s—it’s such an honor to meet you... ! I’ve heard so many stories of your deeds, and to see you in person... |
| Vergilius |
Myeah. |
| Vergilius |
See the shabby warehouse there? That’s where the stairs leading down to the branch facility are. |
| Vergilius |
From there, Yuri here will be your guide. |
| Yuri |
... Yeah. |
| Vergilius |
These Fixers have been around a bit. Count on them to handle complications. |
| Vergilius |
That should be enough, yeah? This is as far as I can accompany you. I’ll be waiting back at the bus. |
| Dante |
<Huh? Wait, what?> |
| Vergilius |
You’re sorely mistaken if you expect me to babysit you forever, Dante. |
| Heathcliff |
So you’ll take a back seat and idle away all alone? |
| Vergilius |
If I get myself involved, the expedition would be a little too free of challenge, wouldn’t it? It’d turn into more of a tour. |
| Gregor |
... In other words, you want us to come back red, black, and blue. |
| Ishmael |
That’s the kind of line people with ulterior motives say... |
| Vergilius |
Think whatever you want. |
| Vergilius |
I’ve gotten you guides and everything, so do your best down there. |
| Hopkins |
Yes! I certainly won’t disappoint you, Mister Red Gaze! |
| Aya |
I’ll try my best, I think~ |
| Episode: 11 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Exterior | |
| Vergilius |
... Dante. A moment with me, please. |
| While the team was busy exchanging greetings, Vergilius called me to a secluded place. | |
| Vergilius |
Let me tell you in advance that they’re only Grade 8 Fixers. |
| Dante |
<Grade 8?> |
| Vergilius |
... It means they’re low-rank drudges, errands being their main tasks. |
| Vergilius |
Use them for your benefit, but don’t rely on them. |
| Dante |
<I can’t count on them to deal with everything for us, in other words.> |
| I nodded to let him know that I understood his point. | |
| Vergilius |
... You might be the only one on the bus I can actually converse with. |
| Vergilius |
... Well, best of luck, Dante. |
| Vergilius pat my shoulder with a bitter smile before slowly making his way back to the bus. | |
| Episode: 12 | |
| We entered the derelict building of Lobotomy Corporation. | |
| As the light goes dim, the dreadful stench from underground grows stronger. | |
| Sinclair |
Urk... The smell... It’s awful... |
| Yi Sang |
Mmm... I can feel the waste collecting in my lungs. |
| Yi Sang |
The odor is so intense, it winds back to refreshing. |
| Faust |
Let me warn you one last time: If you die here, Dante won’t be able to resuscitate you even when the battle has finished. |
| Hopkins |
Resuscitate... ? |
| Aya |
Must be a popular joke or something~ Whew, I can’t even tell what kind of stories circulate the City these days~ |
| They seem to have misunderstood us, but seeing as Faust made no comment on it, I decided not to add my input. | |
| The sources of this rancid smell were a more pressing concern. | |
| Dante |
<Looks like they probably died a while ago.> |
| Outis |
An astute observation, Manager. The corpses have reached the stage of active decay. |
| Rodion |
Bleh, looks like the bugs are having a feast over there. |
| Gregor |
... Let’s just hurry along. |
| Rodion |
Huh... Something up, Gregor babe? Are you scared of bugs? |
| Gregor |
... Now, I’m sure you’re more mature than shoving dead bugs in someone’s face... |
| Rodion |
Boo!!! |
| Gregor |
But just in case one of y― Gah! Put it away! What’s so funny about this?! |
| Rodion |
Pffhaw... I mean, it’s hilarious~ Who would’ve thought that you of all people’d be scared of these little wrigglers... |
| Rodion |
... Greg? Did you hate it that bad? |
| Gregor |
... Forget it. |
| Outis |
You there! Stop with your mischief this instant. Do not cause additional concerns for our manager! |
| Faust |
Hold on... this body is still warm. |
| Yi Sang |
Such is the sign of a recent attack. |
| The gloom that had cast over Yuri’s face cleared after observing the bodies for a minute. | |
| Yuri |
These aren’t our... I mean, Lobotomy Corporation’s employees. |
| Ishmael |
I heard these buried facilities are considered pure goldmines now, attracting all sorts looking for riches. |
| Ishmael |
Phrases like the “Lobotomy Dream” or the “Enkephalin Rush” are apparently starting to catch on among Fixers and Syndicates. |
| Ryoshu |
LD, E-Rush... Got a nice ring to it... |
| Ishmael |
Sigh, that’s what you have to say after keeping quiet for so long... ? |
| Yi Sang |
Is such a frivolous use of English not prone to blurring the original meaning? |
| Ishmael |
That’s what I’m sayi― |
| Ishmael |
Huh, you seem to be talking a lot more than usual, Yi Sang? |
| Yi Sang |
Does that reflect strangely? |
| Faust |
He was never really the quiet sort. |
| Faust |
He only had a... shift recently. |
| Outis |
It’s not a bad thing to have more lackeys with keen eyes. |
| Outis |
I’d like you to keep that up. Let us march. |
| Yi Sang |
You make yourself look like the captain here. I dare say that role belongs to the manager. |
| Outis |
... Please forgive my insolence, Manager. |
| Frowning as though she were caught off-guard, Outis bows to me as she apologizes. | |
| Dante |
<N-No, it’s nothing. Let’s head down.> |
| Most of the corpses’ body parts were morphed in bizarre ways. | |
| One had pairs of wings protruding through their intestines, and another had horribly twisted antennae hanging down. | |
| Yuri |
These look kinda similar to the thugs we ran into just before, don’t they? |
| Ishmael |
You mean those bug-headed people? |
| Outis |
Quiet, I’m seeing Uniform Tangos ahead. |
| As Outis noted, multiple figures could be seen down the corridor. | |
| Rodion |
(Uni... form? What’s all that?) |
| Gregor |
(Unidentified targets... Possibly hostile.) |
| Outis |
... Mhm. |
| I’m sure one idea crossed all of our minds: | |
| The enigmatic ‘Abnormalities’ that might be roaming this facility, as Faust mentioned. | |
| That might be what those shadowy figures are. | |
| Outis |
... We have no choice but to face them. |
| Crooked Veteran |
Hey! Who goes there?! |
| Instead, what we faced was people. | |
| It was too early to deem that as fortunate, though. | |
| Crooked Veteran |
Huh? I thought we were the only people ‘round here. |
| Vulgar Veteran |
Did they slip past our team at the entrance? Those scavengers keep coming one after the other. |
| Heathcliff |
Oi, bug buggers! You friends with the bodies back there? |
| Vulgar Veteran |
Bodies?! You bastards didn’t... |
| Crooked Veteran |
Wait. |
| Crooked Veteran |
... I don’t know where you scum’re from, but hear me out a sec. |
| Crooked Veteran |
You’re here for the Enkephalin, aren’t ya? If you go just one floor down, there’s a treasure trove just waiting to be nabbed. |
| Crooked Veteran |
Whatever’s on that floor is yours. We’ll just take what we can here and be on our... |
| Crooked Veteran |
... way. Ha—Haha. |
| Gregor |
Tsk, so you recognized me, huh. |
| The moment the soldier’s eyes landed on Gregor’s face... | |
| Their thin veil of kindness was torn down. | |
| Crooked Veteran |
Traitorous pissant... |
| Gregor |
Ahh, you must’ve been dispatched to the front lines too. I look better in real life than on those flyers, right? |
| Crooked Veteran |
Cut the cheeky crap! I’m disgusted that I once saluted to your face. |
| Gregor |
Whoa, easy there, it’s not like you had to salute me in person. |
| Vulgar Veteran |
While you posed as a normal member of society thanks to your dumbass privilege freeing you from the side effects... |
| Vulgar Veteran |
We never even got a chance, you fraternizer. We were thrown away right after the war was lost. |
| Gregor |
... I was tossed out all the same, you know. Isn’t that how it is for all the soldiers? |
| Gregor |
So this is the lifestyle you chose? Rifling through the trash like actual bugs? |
| Outis |
Halt! No good can come out of taunting your foe! |
| Gregor |
You served the military too. Y’know where this is going. |
| Gregor |
We’re not getting outta this without a fight. |
| Crooked Veteran |
... We were planning to let you through, we really were. |
| Vulgar Veteran |
But now, I’ll mince you and your traitor friend into mutt meat. |
| Heathcliff |
Like hell you were. You were gonna wait for us to climb back up with the Enkephalin so you could backstab us and swipe it. |
| Sinclair |
W—Wait, were they? |
| Heathcliff |
They’ve fallen to rock bottom and below, an’ I swear down they don’t care a whit for honor, eh? |
| Heathcliff |
Well-off or broke, people turn on each other as long as there’s something. You’re way too naive to think otherwise. |
| Episode: 13 | |
| Gregor lights his cigarette and takes a drag, followed by smoke streaming out from his mouth. | |
| Ishmael |
They’d have fared better than this if they got a job at a security company or something... |
| Outis |
Being a soldier is all they've ever known. The changes required for them to start a new life must have been overwhelming. |
| Gregor |
You have no idea how stubbornly the stigma of being a fallen Wing’s remnants will cling to you. If anyone’s generous enough to take you in, licking their boots is the least you can do... |
| Yuri |
...... |
| Gregor |
Oh... Sorry ‘bout that. Should’ve chosen my words more carefully. |
| Yuri |
No, it’s fine. I’m sure things were rough with G Corp.’s fall, too. |
| Yuri |
... The breaking of a Wing is a turbulent affair for many people. |
| Episode: 14 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Yuri |
I’ve never seen those before. I don't— |
| Hopkins |
You don’t know? |
| Hopkins’s face quickly turned into a cold frown. | |
| The expression on his face was such a far cry from his sycophancy before Vergilius that it sent shivers down my spine. | |
| Yuri |
N-no, that's not what I... uh... |
| Hopkins |
Don’t you know why we bothered to let a fallen Wing’s feather into our Office? |
| Yuri |
T—to deal with requests taking place in L Corp. branches more safely... |
| Hopkins |
Exactly. I didn’t expect much from a low-rank agent. |
| Hopkins |
You had two simple jobs: lead the way, and tell us how to deal with those Abnormaladies or whatever. |
| Hopkins |
Now look... What do you expect us to do with just “Oh nooo, I’ve never seen those before!” Huh? |
| Aya |
Gosh, Hopkins, feeling hangry? Take it easy~ |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| Faust |
If they are in fact new to Miss Yuri, then these might be another type of entity derived from Abnormalities... Perhaps a new species. |
| Yi Sang |
That Corporation might not have had every specimen in their confines, either. |
| Yi Sang |
Miss Yuri, there is no reason to lambaste yourself for neglecting to remember what you were never taught. |
| Hopkins |
Ahem... |
| Yuri |
... Thank you, sir. |
| Heathcliff |
What’s there to argue about? We only need to beat ‘em to death, don't we? |
| Meursault |
Give the word, and we’ll do it. |
| Episode: 15 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Hopkins |
Impressive... I expected no less of the Red Gaze’s underlings. |
| Ryoshu |
... Underlings? |
| Aya |
Oh boy, there goes Hopkins and his big mouth... Lemme apologize in his stead~ Heheh. |
| Aya |
What’s taking you so long though, Hopkins? Hemorrhoids acting up again? |
| Hopkins |
W-what are you talking about?! I've never had— |
| Hopkins slowly got to his feet after fidgeting for a moment. | |
| I noticed that his pockets were stuffed full, but I didn't bother to point it out. | |
| Episode: 16 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Faust |
Well, I suppose this place is as good as any. |
| As soon as I opened the door, Faust suddenly strode up to me and blocked my path. | |
| Faust |
Dante, close your eyes and look for the star hiding in the dark. |
| Faust |
Though not radiant, it still winks to reveal itself—the star of truth. |
| Dante |
<The star... This one won’t hurt, right?> |
| Faust |
It shouldn’t cause you any pain since you’re simply locating it. |
| Something about the way Faust put that bothered me, but I decided to trust her and blocked my sight. | |
| Faust |
When you open your eyes, the star that seemed so distant... |
| Faust |
... will be returning your gaze. |
| Dante |
<That’s... beautiful.> |
| Dante |
<That light... Is it only visible to me?> |
| Faust |
Not quite. Through you, now all of us can see it. |
| Faust |
Even though we’re inside a dungeon, we can now reap the benefits of your ability through the star. |
| Ishmael |
Can you please hurry up with the clock, then? I think I dislocated my shoulder. |
| Yuri |
The clock? It wasn’t just for show? |
| Gregor |
That’s not all it does. They have a really neat power. You should come and take a look, Yuri. |
| Dante |
<... Will no one recognize the pain I endure?> |
| Episode: 17 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Rodion |
Ah~ That felt real good. |
| Dante |
<I’m dying over here... > |
| Aya |
What an amazing clock you’ve got~ I haven’t seen that kind of technology anywhere. |
| Hopkins |
That has to be on the level of a S-Singularity... What Wing could be behind it... |
| Hopkins stared at my head with palpable greed. | |
| I tried to ignore it, but looking at his stuffed pockets again... | |
| Rodion |
Dante? Why are you clutching your head like that? |
| Dante |
<I—It’s nothing.> |
| Yi Sang |
Miss Faust, is it within our manager's capacity to use the clock's power to restore the lives of the guides, should they perish? |
| Faust |
The clock only works for us Sinners. |
| Aya |
Aw, gee~ I s’pose that’s for the better. |
| Aya |
Imagine you’re dragged right back to life with a gaping hole in your stomach. Wouldn’t that suck? |
| Aya |
Nah, y’know what, dying from getting a hole punched in your gut's a pretty lucky way to go. You’d be a goner in seconds― |
| Dante |
<Huh... ? Wait―!> |
| Aya |
Ah. |
| A tendril erupts from the wall and penetrates Aya’s abdomen in an instant. | |
| Outis |
All units, prepare for battle. |
| Aya |
... What’d I tell you? |
| Aya |
I’ve always... been a... lucky girl... |
| Yuri |
AYA!! |
| Yi Sang |
"Her life is already cut short. |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Gregor |
Come, now... You’ve have to keep it together, especially in times like these, yeah? |
| Yuri |
B-But... |
| Faust |
That was a rather unusual form of attack. It is likely that we are facing an Abnormality. |
| Outis |
Executive Manager. Orders, please. |
| I felt pity for Yuri; she looked at Aya’s corpse and then back to us, tears welling in her eyes. Nevertheless... | |
| Dante |
<... Yuri, Hopkins, and Aya. Those three I can’t revive.> |
| Dante |
<We have to fight now if we don’t want any more casualties.> |
| Outis |
A wise decision, Executive Manager. |
| Hopkins |
You can make sense of that ticking... ? |
| Outis leveled a fiery glare at Hopkins, but soon reminded herself of her priorities and took a sharp breath before bellowing out: | |
| Outis |
... The Executive Manager has given their command, lackeys! |
| Outis |
Surround the enemy in formation. The target is the Uniform ahead! |
| Yuri |
... Okay. |
| Gregor |
To be honest... I’m not sure if you can say that thing has a “form”. |
| The shadowed entity, its silhouette greater than a human's by several orders of magnitude, filled the room as its tendrils extended insidiously toward us. | |
| It... was approaching, invoking in us a sense of terror unlike any foe we've faced thus far. | |
| Episode: 18 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Heathcliff |
Huh? That's it? |
| Ishmael |
I heard Abnormalities were supposed to be so powerful that even suppressing them is a dangerous task... |
| Faust |
It’s the Qliphoth Deterrence in action. |
| Heathcliff |
Huh? Coffee pots? |
| Faust |
... A force that weakens Abnormalities. Its original purpose is to safely supervise them in containment. |
| Faust |
As we continue our assignment in collecting more Golden Boughs, the deterrence will weaken as well. The battle didn't get too complicated this time, but... |
| Ishmael |
So we might be going up against Abnormalities we can't kill no matter how many times we throw our lives against it later down the line. |
| That’s a terrifying thought... | |
| Dante |
<... Where’d its corpse go, anyway? I’m pretty sure that attack did it in... > |
| Outis |
It was felled without a doubt. All thanks to your exceptional command, Executive Manager. |
| Dante |
<It couldn’t have just shot up into the sky, could it...?> |
| Outis |
Brilliant insight as always, Executive Manager. Such a possibility cannot be ruled out. |
| Gregor |
... Don't you see how thick the ceiling between us and the surface is? |
| Yuri |
... Over there. |
| Yuri gestured toward something listlessly. | |
| The shock of losing Aya must’ve shaken her up pretty badly, but seeing her endure and keep her chin up... | |
| I figured it was best to just let her be instead of trying to comfort her with a few words. | |
| Dante |
<... Is that an egg?> |
| Faust |
It’s the core of the Abnormality. When suppressed via appropriate measures, it will be reduced to this condensed ovate form. |
| Yuri |
... And it’ll hatch, once enough time has passed here. |
| Heathcliff |
Hatch? You’ve got to be joking... |
| Ishmael |
You mean, those things can't be killed permanently? |
| Faust |
Abnormalities simply cannot die. It’s one of the factors that contributed to L Corp’s massive energy production. |
| Yuri |
When I used to work here, my job was to put the cores back in their containment units... Now things have changed. |
| Ishmael |
Umm... Is there anything we can do before this egg hatches? |
| Faust |
Limbus Company has a department dedicated to dealing with Abnormalities like this. They’ll handle the retrieval of the egg. |
| Yuri |
Right... Was it the After Team? I remember hearing about them during orientation. |
| Rodion |
What’s stopping you from calling them now? |
| Faust |
The transmission device... is on Mephistopheles. |
| Gregor |
... Figures. |
| Faust |
No need to worry. Once we have the Golden Bough, we’ll have to return whether we like it or not. |
| Episode: 19 | |
| We went down another floor. | |
| Yuri |
Never thought I’d come back here. |
| Faust |
Most of Lobotomy Corporation’s facilities consist of multiple floors. |
| Faust |
Each floor should be occupied by an Abnormality marking its domain. |
| Rodion |
Seriously?! There’s more of ‘em? |
| Gregor |
So... Where’d you figure all that info about what we’ll face and stuff? |
| Faust |
Faust knows it all. |
| Yuri |
The guide said a Before Team does reconnaissance in advance. |
| Gregor |
... So you only know that because you have ties to the staff. |
| Faust |
That information does not contradict my statement.. |
| Outis |
In any case, this means we should expect at least one major threat on every floor. |
| Outis |
It'd be idiotic to advance into the unknown with hostiles on our six. Looks like we have no choice but to take them down as we go... |
| Faust |
You took the words right out of Faust’s mouth. |
| Yi Sang |
Is it not an ideal thing to be able to convey your intentions before they have been verbalized? |
| Faust |
... Dante, it’s time to see the star. |
| Dante |
<I'm starting to feel like I'm being taken for granted...> |
| Episode: 20 | |
| Another veteran appeared in the dark, carrying a depressed aura. | |
| His sparkling old badge seemed to signify a high rank once held. | |
| InsectMan |
... Manager Gregor? |
| Gregor |
I think I remember that face of yours. But why? |
| InsectMan |
... I was the head manager of your team. |
| InsectMan |
Not only did you desert us, you now have the audacity to take the lives of your old comrades—my subordinates. |
| Gregor |
Look, the war ended a decade ago. But, I guess some folks still haven’t let go of their obsolete ranks, huh? |
| InsectMan |
Ended? Nothing has ended. |
| InsectMan |
Nothing... has ended... dammit... |
| InsectMan |
The war may have been over for you when you deserted G Corp... |
| InsectMan |
But we’re fighting for our lives on the battlefield to this day. |
| Gregor |
As much as I didn’t want to relate to you this way... |
| Gregor |
I’m not really that different here. |
| InsectMan |
Then you ought to understand, Gregor. |
| InsectMan |
There is only one verdict that awaits deserters. |
| Gregor |
You say that like it means something... But it’s against company policy to carry out summary execution for personal revenge, my Head Manager. |
| Episode: 21 | |
| Perhaps the time spent off the battlefield has rusted the old soldier's prowess. | |
| The head manager, who must have defeated countless enemies in his prime, was now facing his own end. | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| InsectMan |
People used to respect you, Gregor... |
| Gregor |
... I never asked them to. |
| InsectMan |
Don’t proceed any further... Only hell awaits you. |
| Gregor |
Sorry, but I don’t think I can follow your advice. I ought to be a go-getter if I don’t wanna be fired. |
| InsectMan |
Have you abandoned your honor... for some pittance? |
| Gregor |
Sold it in a bundle along with my medal. The landlord was getting real impatient about my rent, you see. |
| The head manager smiled bitterly as he expired. | |
| InsectMan |
You’re... no different from us... |
| InsectMan |
In the end, we’re... |
| InsectMan |
... nothing... but disgusting pests... |
| He took a few more shallow breaths, then ceased to move. | |
| Gregor |
... Hey, mind if I borrow a cig? |
| Ryoshu |
... Just this once. |
| Gregor put the borrowed cigarette next to the one he already held in his mouth, lit it, then tossed it on the chest of the deceased commander. | |
| Gregor |
Sorry, didn’t wanna share mine with that thing. |
| Ryoshu |
... Hmph. |
| Ryōshū gave a snort. For a short while, the smoke from Gregor’s cigarette lingered in the air with prevailing silence. | |
| Episode: 22 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Ishmael |
There appear to be no more signs of the ex-soldiers from this point onward. |
| Sinclair |
The commander did warn us not to go further... |
| As we proceeded, we discovered bodies that seemed to have been there for quite some time. | |
| Yuri |
These are our... no, L Corp’s employees... |
| Yi Sang |
I see traces of blunt instruments. All the bodies share them, in fact. |
| Yuri |
A management report... This document contains instructions for keeping Abnormalities in check. |
| Yuri |
Normally, employees tasked with catering to Abnormalities memorize the instructions to the point of reciting them flawlessly... They don’t usually carry notes like these. |
| Yi Sang |
I dare suspect that no remaining employees had the necessary information when an Abnormality breached... |
| Heathcliff |
... Hmh. |
| Yuri |
If the eggs weren’t moved into containment yet... that could be the case. |
| Dante |
<There are way too many corpses here.> |
| Ishmael |
What kind of Abnormality could have massacred all these employees― |
| Ishmael |
Wait... What’s this smell? |
| Hopkins |
... You see, our Office purchased an expensive device the other day. |
| Heathcliff |
What’re you on about? |
| Hopkins |
Sources suggested that toxin levels started to rise after a certain floor. |
| Rodion |
Uh, I’ve been bleeding from my ears a bit~ Is this okay? |
| Don Quixote |
No battle is without adversi― Pfehgh, gahf! Khoff! |
| Hopkins |
I was told that continued exposure to it may cause bleeding, like that. |
| Rodion |
Nhg... How are you so fine, though? |
| Yuri |
This is... It’s the anti-Abnormality gas grenade supplied to employees. |
| Yuri |
One must’ve... Cough... Gone off... Somewhere between the bodies here... |
| Hopkins |
True, the toxicity levels do appear to be intense around this area. |
| Hopkins had put on a gas mask before we noticed. | |
| Rodion |
Hey now, what about us? |
| Faust |
We weren’t granted any additional supplies. |
| Heathcliff |
You slippery rat, you knew all this time? You’re not getting away with... Ngh... |
| Heathcliff stopped mid-sentence and fell to one knee. | |
| Faust |
Your blood flow will quicken if you’re agitated. In other words, the toxin will spread faster. |
| Faust |
Try to remain calm, minimize movement, and breathe at regular intervals. |
| Yuri |
Hopkins... Why... Cough. Why didn’t you tell me about this? |
| Hopkins |
Oh, I’ve got a question for you too, Yuri. |
| Hopkins |
Why would I make our Office waste our precious funds on expensive gadgets for dead weight like you to use? |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| Hopkins |
If we’re being real, it’s a miracle that you managed to join us in the first place. |
| Hopkins |
Maybe Aya took pity and gave you special treatment... but she’s gone now, so who cares? |
| Heathcliff |
Sneaky blighter... Is that how you want to live... |
| Hopkins |
Don’t be silly, everything’s fair game for a Fixer. |
| Hopkins |
Hearing that the Red Gaze had company tickled my curiosity, but as it turns out... |
| Hopkins |
You were just a bunch of ragtag lunatics who thought it’d be a good idea to walk straight into these facilities with zero prep. |
| Heathcliff |
What a sick joke... Can’t do anything but watch... |
| Feeling the ire towards him, Hopkins backed away and scurried to the exit. | |
| Hopkins |
Well, at least I managed to grab an armful of Enkephalin thanks to you. |
| Hopkins |
I’ll write in my report that you all went missing, ‘cause “suffocated to death” is just too embarrassing. |
| Hopkins |
Ta-ta. |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| Yuri slumped to the floor, watching blood pour from her nose to her hands. | |
| And she’s not the only one. Rodya, Heathcliff, and the other Sinners are suffering from blood loss too. | |
| Dante |
<Gregor?> |
| Gregor |
Tsk, I took this with me so you could have something to remember her by... |
| He was holding the same type of gas mask as the one Hopkins wore. | |
| Yuri |
But why... |
| Gregor |
Heard Aya—cough—gave you special treatment, didn’t she... ? This is as good as yours then. |
| Gregor |
As for our unprepared band of lunatics... we do have a way out. Don’t worry about us. |
| Coughing up blood, Yuri put on the mask. | |
| Yuri |
... I know he’s right. |
| Yuri |
I know earning recognition from an Office of strangers is a hard thing to do, even if I take on all kinds of errands day and night. |
| Yuri |
There were only 3 minutes left until the branch was locked down... |
| Announcement |
[INITIATING SITE BURIAL.] |
| Yuri |
The doors were about to close on me. |
| Announcement |
[ENERGY TRANSFER IS 85% COMPLETE.] |
| Alex |
Yuri, don’t leave me behind! Yuri! |
| Yuri |
So what else am I supposed to do? |
| Yuri |
Is it so wrong that I survived? |
| Yuri |
Should I have been buried alive alongside my coworkers? |
| Yuri |
When the whole building was going under, all so the Abnormalities won’t escape? |
| Gregor |
Khoff... It is a sin. At least down here. |
| Ishmael |
Kahoff, kahf. That stings a little, Gregor... |
| Standing astounded, I snapped back to reality and checked on the Sinners. | |
| Half of them had already passed away on the floor, and Ishmael’s head drooped just after she said her last words. | |
| Yuri |
A sin... |
| Gregor |
But, pah... So what, buddy... |
| Gregor |
You’ve got to live on like it’s nobody’s business. |
| Gregor |
Cough. Laying guilt on yourself over spilt milk... will wear your heart out... |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| With Gregor drawing his last breath, Yuri and I became the only surviving members standing in the area. | |
| Dante |
<Uhm... D-Don’t worry too much about us. I can take them back there and revive them.> |
| I knew mechanical ticking was all Yuri could hear, but I did my best to communicate my message to her nonetheless. | |
| Yuri |
... I know. |
| Yuri ended the conversation with not a word after. | |
| After a long period of awkward gloom, the toxic gas finally dispersed. | |
| Yuri |
... Looks like it’s okay now. |
| Dante |
<Hmm? Oh, yeah.> |
| Yuri |
I’ll give you a hand. Let’s go bring your people back to life. |
| Saying that, Yuri took the gas mask off and calmly carried the Sinners on her shoulders, one by one. | |
| Unsure what to say for her, I remained quiet. | |
| Episode: 23 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Dante |
<Were those Abnormalities responsible for killing all the employees?> |
| Yuri |
I doubt that. If my guess is right... |
| Outis |
Keep your eyes ahead, Manager. There’s another one of them. |
| A humanoid being wearing the head of a statue was sitting against the wall. | |
| LobotomyFriend |
Hi... ? Are you... here to... draw your lot... ? |
| LobotomyFriend |
Gather all your IDs... and give them... to me... Then we’ll find the winner. |
| Its hand was barely grasping onto the strap of an employee ID card. “Alex” was the name written on it. | |
| Yuri |
... Alex. |
| Heathcliff |
Gone nuts, hasn’t she? And what’s that babble about winners? |
| Yuri |
Some Abnormalities... demanded regular offerings as part of the managerial guidelines. |
| LobotomyFriend |
You shouldn’t go that way... They will find you... |
| Yuri |
... And the offering happened, didn’t it? |
| LobotomyFriend |
It’s your turn... to draw... |
| Dante |
<Offering... ?> |
| Ishmael |
What happens if no human sacrifice is made? |
| Yuri |
We never found out... We followed every procedure without fail. |
| Ishmael |
I guess it escaped and started killing people left and right. |
| Heathcliff |
Ha! That “Abnormality” must’ve been one spineless bugger. Does it thwack victims in the back of the head? |
| Yuri |
What... do you mean? |
| Heathcliff |
Did you all get jabbed in the eyes or what? Those wounds were clearly left by humans. You can tell they were beating the shite out of each other. |
| Heathcliff |
Those thickos killed each other in a fight. |
| Yuri |
B—But for what reason? |
| Heathcliff |
S’clear as day. |
| Heathcliff |
Probably figured they could survive a while even after the branch was buried. |
| Heathcliff |
Keep offering folks from time to time, and the rest might get rescued one day. |
| Heathcliff |
Guess they kept the lots going for a few months. It was the safest way they had to keep the thing in check. |
| Heathcliff |
Problem, though: Y’think the one picked as the fall guy would gladly accept his fate? |
| Heathcliff |
If I was them, I’d rather strangle the bloke next to me. |
| Heathcliff |
Better them than me, ain’t that right? |
| Heathcliff |
... An’ the rest is history, I bet. |
| Ishmael |
And the last survivor... put on the stone mask belonging to the statueheads... |
| Ishmael |
Believing that it’ll save her from being sacrificed. |
| Yuri |
That can’t be. Alex wouldn’t kill others just so she could live... |
| Heathcliff |
How do you know that? You can’t even be sure if that’s actually Alex or not. |
| LobotomyFriend |
Let me... give you a tip... |
| LobotomyFriend |
You’ll be much better off... going on your own foot... before they come take you... Kehe... Kehe... |
| Outis |
Let us be on our way. This person will perish before long. |
| While everyone else moved along, Yuri remained in place and continued to stare down the statue-clad individual. | |
| Yuri |
It wasn’t your fault... You know it’s not, right? |
| LobotomyFriend |
Leave me behind, Yuri... Please leave me... |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| Dante |
<... Time to go.> |
| Episode: 24 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Rodion |
This floor is crawling with maggots. |
| Dante |
<These bugs aren’t so bad after the last floor’s Abnormality. Don’t want anything like that ever again.> |
| Rodion |
Pft... Sure Greg would be glad to hear that. Aren’t you, buggy buddy? |
| But Gregor wasn’t paying attention to Rodya. | |
| Gregor |
... Don’t you all hear something? |
| Ishmael |
We’ve been hearing a constant growl. Rodya, are you really that hungry at a time like this? |
| Rodion |
H-Hey, you’re supposed to let that kinda stuff slide~ Please, girl? |
| Gregor |
No, not that... It’s like... |
| For the first time on the expedition, Gregor walked ahead of the group and opened the door next to him as if by some compulsion. | |
| Yuri |
Wait, that’s a containment unit... ! |
| Gregor |
It’s like... that time... |
| No, the door was already open. | |
| Gregor gazed into the shower of golden light pouring from the room. | |
| Dante |
<Grego—!> |
| Ishmael |
Did we... travel back in time? |
| I see an overcast sky. | |
| Cries and screams twist and ring out at a distance. | |
| And in that sky, gunfire and artillery create a cacophony. | |
| Outis |
Isn’t it clear enough? This is... |
| Location: Midst of the Smoke War | |
| Outis |
A battlefield... The heart of it. |
| Gregor |
... A-Am I... dreaming? Or a nightmare? Why—Why here again... |
| Heathcliff |
So why the hell are we in a bloody battlefield?! Is this a trap or something? |
| Faust |
No. We’re on the right track. |
| Faust |
The essence of the technology we’re looking for is not far from here. |
| Ishmael |
You mean the Golden Bough? |
| Faust |
Correct. Do you recognize when this was? |
| Outis |
Anyone with functioning eyes should know at a glance. |
| Dante |
<Uhhh, I actually... don’t.> |
| I confessed. | |
| Outis |
It’s obvious that you wouldn’t recognize this, Manager. You don’t have eyes that fit conventional definitions. |
| Ishmael |
Was that the best excuse you have... |
| Outis cleared her throat as if to mask her embarrassment, then turned her narrow gaze to the battlefield. | |
| Outis |
Judging from the colorful wave of garish flags showing off the factions in play... |
| Outis |
This is at least 70 days into the Smoke War... |
| Outis |
... This concludes briefing, Manager. |
| Suddenly, there was a strong tug at Heathcliff’s coat from behind. | |
| Tomah |
Are you out of your minds? You need shelter, now! You’ll age rapidly if exposed to that bomb’s blast! |
| Tomah |
The outpost next to ours turned into a nursing home—they can’t even walk without sticks! |
| Heathcliff |
Who the hell are you and why do you act like you know us— |
| Tomah |
Oh! Manager Gregor! My respects, sir! |
| The bandaged man snapped to attention and saluted Gregor as soon as he saw him. | |
| Gregor |
... You. |
| Tomah |
You wouldn’t recognize me, sir. I’m Tomah from Biomimetics Maintenance! |
| Tomah |
I thought you were part of the front unit; I didn’t expect to find you here at the back. |
| Tomah |
Are you on your way to the front? I could help you get there since the augmentation on my legs allows me to jump― |
| Rodion |
Bweh, that sounds gross. |
| Tomah looked at Rodya with suspicion. | |
| Tomah |
You, what did you just... |
| Gregor |
H-Hey, Tomah! So you’re an assistant manager—or regular staff? |
| Tomah |
Sir, yes, sir! I’m an assistant private, sir! |
| Gregor |
Err, you see, s-she’s a new hire who had her procedure not too long ago, so... Still getting over the confusion, y’know. I’ll give her a good talking to. |
| Tomah |
Ah, I get it... Our corporation must be getting desperate, sending unprepared employees to battle. |
| Gregor |
Yeah, we’re—sorry for the trouble. I’ve got to take her somewhere real quick... |
| Gregor practically yanked himself out of the conversation and hurriedly walked to Faust. | |
| Gregor |
Just what’s going on, Faust? These are... |
| Gregor |
... my memories. |
| Faust |
We’re in the fathoms of your ego, to be precise. |
| Faust |
An open path in your psyche. In other words... |
| Faust |
We’ve entered your heart and mind, Gregor. |
| Episode: 25 | |
| Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
| Yuri |
Guh... I think I’m gonna throw up. Everything is wobbling... |
| Faust |
It would appear that psychogenic pressure is rising. |
| Faust |
But you should be... fine... |
| Gregor |
I think I once had an unsettling nightmare. |
| Gregor |
Maybe I’m still in one, even now. |
| Gregor |
In this dream, there are only two colors in the room where I stand. |
| Gregor |
The blue covering every wall, and the dangling dot of red. |
| Gregor |
I know how to get out of here, too. |
| Gregor |
All I had to do was stretch out my arm and cut the hanging apple. |
| Gregor |
The people in blue coats seemed to think I failed to understand that. |
| Gregor |
They would come in several times a day and explain it to me over and over... |
| Gregor |
Unfortunately for them, that wasn’t the part I struggled to understand. |
| Gregor |
When I finally gave up thinking about it, and the sliced apple fell to the floor... |
| Gregor |
The door was opened. |
| Gregor |
I don’t remember what drove me to do it. |
| Gregor |
Maybe I was exhausted mentally. |
| Gregor |
Or maybe I thought to resign myself to it. |
| Gregor |
In either case, what I do remember is my desire to break free from the nightmare. |
| ??? |
You finally did it. I knew you could. The surgery was successful, after all. |
| ??? |
You just have to keep it up. Chop up the apples in front of you. Simple, isn’t it? |
| ??? |
Oh, right. Happy fifteenth birthday! |
| Gregor |
... Okay. |
| Gregor |
A nightmare I escaped through renunciation and resignation. |
| Gregor |
One day, as I awoke from my unsettling dreams... |
| Gregor |
I had found myself transformed into some hideous pest. |
| Gregor |
I cut apples in half. |
| Gregor |
Some were hard, some crumbly, some were soft, some sappy. |
| Gregor |
The sugary smell made me sick sometimes. |
| Gregor |
At some point, I realized something: |
| Gregor |
I thought I woke up from the dream. |
| Gregor |
But I was still right in the middle of that nightmare. |
| Episode: 26 | |
| Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
| Gregor |
Still in a battlefield... |
| Yuri |
... It’s the same place as before. Though, something about it is different. |
| There was a strong tug at Heathcliff’s coat from behind. | |
| Tomah |
Are you out of your minds? Get to shelter, now! You’ll age rapidly if exposed to that bomb’s blast. |
| Tomah |
The Nest next to ours turned into a nursing home—they can’t even walk without sticks! |
| Rodion |
Hold on, isn’t he the same guy we just... |
| Tomah |
It’s not a problem, because Manager Gregor is with us! |
| Tomah |
He doesn’t suffer side effects like the rest of us, and he can regenerate his arm, too! |
| Tomah |
He was operated on by none other than Hermann, our most skilled director. |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Tomah |
A hero shouldn’t be on the rearguard. I’ll give you a ride! |
| Rodion |
Wh-What the hell? Get away from me! |
| Four pairs of wings emerged from his back, clicking and twitching. | |
| Tomah |
Why are you running? You should raise G Corp’s banner and take the lead on the frontlines! |
| Gregor |
I... |
| Gregor |
I never wanted any of this... Not the procedure, nor the war... |
| Tomah |
Take the lead... Take... T... |
| Tomah’s mouth opens unnaturally, and a pair of long antennae begin to grow from his face. | |
| Rodion |
Yeek... We gotta fight them again? My stomach is gonna turn... |
| Outis |
What is that display of weakness? Do you wish to be punished for insubordination? |
| Dante |
<... I think we should run here?> |
| Outis |
An excellent plan, Manager. You know when to strike and when to withdraw. |
| Heathcliff |
... The hell is her deal? |
| Faust |
... Retreat is not an option. |
| Ishmael |
I don’t get it. I heard every employee under the corporation had modifications, but it can’t have been this foul. |
| Faust |
What we see here may differ from actual accounts. |
| Faust |
The path was opened by Gregor’s feelings rather than his memories. |
| Yuri |
... This is how he felt in his heart about his own allies. |
| Yuri |
Did all the employees in your Wing... receive the augmentation procedure? |
| Gregor |
... Most did. |
| Yuri |
Was it done with their consent? That’s so... |
| Gregor |
Did the people in L Corp. consent to offering themselves up to Abnormalities? |
| Yuri |
That’s... I heard that was written on the contract. |
| Yuri |
We were never properly informed, though... They said such routine procedures should be skipped for efficient management... |
| Yuri |
That we should face the fear. |
| Yuri |
In the end... anyone who joined the corporation agreed to it, knowingly or not. |
| Gregor |
... Can guess how it went for us, then. |
| Episode: 27 | |
| Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
| Gregor |
What’s the delay, Yuri? |
| Yuri |
G-Give me a second, please. The gas mask fell off my bag... |
| Outis |
I don’t see it serving any practical purpose now. You’re only weighing yourself down. |
| Yuri |
I mean, it’s... Aya’s memento. |
| Outis |
You indulge in the most pointless activity in the world, and you aren’t even from N Corp. |
| Ishmael |
... ... |
| Ishmael |
Tie it the other way. |
| Yuri |
Sorry? |
| Ishmael |
The knot. It’ll come loose again if you tie it that way. |
| Ishmael |
There’s a sailor’s knot I learned on the boat. I’ll teach you how to do it back on the bus. |
| Yuri |
Oh... Thank you. |
| Heathcliff |
What now. Since when were you so friendly? |
| Rodion |
Yuri~ Y’know what? Why don’t you join our company while you’re at it? |
| Yuri |
M-Me? |
| Faust |
That’s... |
| Rodion |
I know, I know. We need to get the okay from Vergilius or his superiors and all that. But a little suggestion doesn’t hurt. |
| Faust |
Hm... I wonder. |
| Rodion |
Plus, pink hair makes a perfect mascot to represent us. C’mon, won’t you give it some thought? Please? |
| Yuri |
A—A mascot... ? Huhu. |
| Yuri made a smile for the first time, albeit faintly. | |
| Episode: 28 | |
| Gregor |
The war was over. |
| Gregor |
Yet my doppelgänger was still holding a silly pose with a confident look on his face. |
| Gregor |
Hmm, that’s not the kind of face I’d make. |
| Gregor |
Though... gotta give it to ‘em for making the hair on my arm look as grotesque as it is real. Whose job was this? |
| Gregor |
I’ve grown fond of humor. |
| Gregor |
Being consumed by the nightmare for so long must’ve made me crave liveliness. |
| Disgruntled Citizen |
Those scum from G Corp. should all be sent to the gallows. |
| Gregor |
Someone murmurs, spitting on the floor. |
| Gregor |
I could tell what they were speaking towards without even looking. |
| Gregor |
Knowing that... |
| Gregor |
Hrk... |
| Gregor |
I felt nauseous. |
| Kind Citizen |
Sir, are you alright? |
| Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
| Rodion |
Hey, you okay, babe? You don’t look so well. |
| Gregor |
I was... just in the subway? |
| Heathcliff |
The hell are you blathering about? |
| Rodion |
Greg, we’re still on the battlefield. |
| Gregor groped his pockets with stumbling hands looking for a cigarette out of habit, but soon stopped. | |
| It dawned on him as it did me. | |
| All the Sinners seemed to have realized it now. | |
| Dante |
<Tomah is going to grab us and give a warning any second now... > |
| Tomah |
Are you— |
| Rodion |
Look, Tomah, I’m starting to get sick of your pickup line, so I’ll say it once: We’re not out of our minds, and the aging bomb ain’t gonna hit us. |
| Tomah |
... No. |
| Instead of elaborating, he points up. | |
| Tomah |
I need help. |
| Tomah |
I don’t want to die— |
| Tomah was crushed to a pulp right before our eyes. | |
| There’s only one thing to say in a situation like this. | |
| Dante |
<R—Run!> |
| Outis |
All troops! Retreat! |
| We muster up everything we can to run, but the airborne hand is ever persistent and shows no signs of letting up. | |
| Heathcliff |
We’re all going to get turned into pancakes! Got any bright ideas, smart one? |
| Faust |
... I’m listening. There are too many variables to consider in the fathoms of the ego, I can’t be hasty with my judgement... |
| Don Quixote |
There is no cause for hesitation! A true hero succumbs to no hardships! |
| Rodion |
Uhm... I don’t think I wanna recover a flattened body. |
| Rodion |
Oh! Sorry, Dante~ Didn’t mean it that way! |
| It was tempting to say something back to her... | |
| But I figured now was the time to keep my mouth shut so everyone could focus on running. | |
| Heathcliff |
Still thinking, are you? Eh?! Well, are you, Ms. “Knows It All”?! |
| Faust |
If you’re asking for an immediate solution, then yes, I’ve yet to come up with one. |
| Faust |
The only thing I can say for certain is that our objective is not nearby. Dante would have responded strongly otherwise. |
| Dante |
<Me?> |
| Heathcliff |
Are you joking? That’s all you’ve got? |
| Heathcliff furrowed his brows, ready to snap at the unhelpful savant... | |
| But a sudden close shave with the massive palm made him focus his energy on his legs rather than his mouth. | |
| Yuri |
... Gregor? |
| Heathcliff |
Whoa, hey, what? Why the hold up? |
| Gregor |
... I think I see now. |
| Gregor |
If this world is a product of my mind... |
| Gregor took a breather, then looked up at the sky. | |
| Gregor |
We shouldn’t run away from that hand. |
| Heathcliff |
... Did you finally get the crackers or what? |
| Faust |
Gregor, are you sure? |
| Gregor |
My own free will never played much of a role in my life. |
| Gregor |
It only makes sense that resisting is meaningless in this reflection of my mind. |
| Gregor |
In that case... letting the inevitable happen might be the answer. |
| Heathcliff |
... Are you all serious? |
| Ishmael |
It’s not like there’s any other way. We’re all exhausted. |
| Gregor |
Besides... Look at that... paint on its nails. |
| Gregor |
You don’t see that kind of polish just anywhere. |
| Gregor |
If that hand belongs to who I think it does, she will not stop chasing us. |
| Gregor |
Faust... You said this is a path in my heart, right? |
| Gregor |
Then I can tell you this for sure: |
| Gregor |
It’s about to hit a dead end. |
| Gregor |
Be it the nightmare or the road... I never once strayed from that woman’s control. |
| Who is Gregor talking about, and what does he mean by a nightmare? | |
| As much as I wanted to ask him... | |
| Heathcliff |
Sigh, might as well. |
| Soon enough, the giant hand cast its shadow over us, descending. | |
| Just before it reached us, it stopped to hold us in its grasp. | |
| Everything went dark. | |
| I felt a disorienting nausea of being lifted into the sky. | |
| Sinclair |
Mgrrh... |
| While everyone else was suffering from it, Faust and I were the only ones standing straight. | |
| I noticed that the battlefield had changed into somewhere familiar. | |
| Episode: 29 | |
| Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
| Faust |
Dante, something about this containment unit seems different from the others, does it not? |
| Dante |
<Yeah, it really does... Wait, is this―?> |
| Faust |
Yes, that is most likely where we can find the Abnormality in which the Golden Bough has taken root. |
| Gregor |
Haah... We did manage to come this far, huh. |
| Yuri |
Say, Gregor... |
| Yuri |
... When we go back to the bus, can I teach Charon how to use a map? |
| Gregor |
... Yeah, sounds good. I’m sure she’ll like it. |
| Sinclair |
I doubt that... |
| Sinclair shook his head, then dry-retched afterward. | |
| Yuri |
Huhu, it’s nice to have a place to go back to. |
| Episode: 30 | |
| ... ... | |
| The Abnormality devoured Yuri in one bite. | |
| She was gone without a trace... | |
| Dante |
<I can save the other Sinners... but there’s nothing I can do about Yuri.> |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Without a word, Gregor hacked and slashed away at the Abnormality. | |
| As if he expected to find Yuri unscathed by slicing the apple open. | |
| Yuri’s head stood motionless, facing Gregor. Her face was upright. | |
| However, the Yuri we knew and accompanied was always hunched over. | |
| She slouched at all times, as though it were her sole-surviving obligation to carry the wills of her late colleagues. | |
| Given that, I can warn him with confidence. | |
| Dante |
<That isn’t Yuri, Gregor.> |
| Gregor |
... Uh-huh. Yeah, I think you’re right. |
| Gregor accepts it calmly. | |
| He then outstretches his arm, sending it flying toward “Yuri”. | |
| Yet, it soon stops traveling. | |
| Yuri |
I didn’t want to die. |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Dante |
<Cut her down, Gregor.> |
| I don’t know if this is the right thing to do as the manager. | |
| Yuri |
None of us wanted to die. |
| But I had to shout at Gregor now to stop him from being ruined. | |
| Dante |
<Cut it now!> |
| Gregor |
Gah, aaaaargh!!! |
| Kind Citizen |
I—I don’t wanna die! |
| Gregor |
This... This is... |
| The verminous arm stopped right before reaching the civilian’s throat. | |
| I pulled against it with all my might, but it wouldn’t budge. | |
| Kind Citizen |
P-Please spare me... I’ll give you all my money. |
| "Security Guard |
Let the woman go! Otherwise, I will stop you by force! |
| Gregor |
My arm... Cut off the arm! Now! |
| "Security Guard |
This is your final warning. Release her now, or... |
| Gregor |
Just do it! |
| As the dismembered arm falls to the ground, she slides down the wall, gasping. | |
| However, peace doesn’t last long—the arm starts regenerating from its twitching stump. | |
| "Security Guard |
Are you alright, sir? |
| Gregor |
No, stay away from me! Don’t come any closer! |
| The regrown arm rushes forward as if it remembered the pain it suffered mere moments ago. | |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| ??? |
You have my utmost respect, Manager Gregor, sir! |
| Gregor |
You really shouldn’t... I didn’t fight in the war because I wanted to... |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| Yuri |
What else am I supposed to do? Is it so wrong that I survived? |
| Gregor |
Just live on, please... It’s not like we got ourselves into this mess voluntarily. |
| Yuri |
... ... |
| ??? |
Having come to this end, only to be stopped just before your labor bears fruit. How regrettable. |
| ??? |
Well, we’ll take it. Opportunities left unclaimed will only become null and void. |
| Yuri’s head fell to the ground. | |
| It wasn’t Gregor’s doing. | |
| Yuri |
Nhh... Aah... |
| Yuri’s mouth opens and lets something out. | |
| It was a tree branch radiating a bright golden glow. | |
| ??? |
Seeking the Bough, were you? |
| Gregor |
You... |
| ??? |
A bit small, isn’t it? |
| Hermann |
I’m Hermann. We’ll be seeing each other often. The reason being... |
| Hermann |
We—need those Boughs; and you—are capable of finding them. |
| Hermann |
You—won’t die; but we—will kill you. |
| Hermann nudges Yuri’s head with her foot. | |
| Gregor |
... ... |
| Hermann |
It won’t be now, though. |
| Hermann |
We’ll take good care of the Golden Bough you found. |
| Yi Sang |
Gubo... My dear compatriot. Is this the path you chose? |
| Gubo |
Indeed it is. Only few remain now. |
| Hong Lu |
... It’s been a while, Brother. |
| Jia Huan |
Do you know how filthy your clothing smells? If only your family were here to see your state. |
| Outis |
Some reunion this has turned into. |
| Hermann |
How are you treating your present, my son? |
| Hermann |
I didn’t invest in you just to see you in such a mess. |
| Gregor |
I never asked for this... Not once... |
| Hermann |
You should at least finish unwrapping what I gave you. |
| Hermann |
That little arm isn’t all there is to it. |
| Jia Huan |
Alright now. That’s enough greetings. |
| The man who introduced himself as Jia Huan clapped twice. | |
| Then, everything went dark. | |
| Like waking from a long nightmare... | |
| The early dawn greets you. | |
| After some time passed... | |
| Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
| Vergilius |
And I thought this would be an easy enough mission for you. |
| Vergilius |
After allowing the Golden Bough to be taken before your very eyes, you had the gall to walk in with your faces up. |
| Vergilius |
Have I overestimated you? |
| Dante |
<... ... > |
| Vergilius |
Why don’t you give me an excuse, Ms. Faust. |
| Faust |
As it turns out, immortality wasn’t the solution to everything. |
| Vergilius |
... Hm. |
| Vergilius |
Anything to say for yourself, Dante? |
| Dante |
<There was another group going after the Golden Bough.> |
| Dante |
<You had to have known this, so why didn’t you warn me?> |
| Faust |
They’re asking about the other faction that sought the Golden Bough. |
| Faust placidly relayed my words to Vergilius. | |
| Vergilius |
... Don’t tell me. Are you holding me responsible? |
| Vergilius |
Tell me then, Dante. Why would we bother sending twelve whole combatants to a place with no threats? |
| Vergilius |
After hiring Fixers to guide them, too. |
| Dante |
<That’s... > |
| Gregor |
Enough of that, Manager Bud. |
| Gregor |
It’s my fault. If you want someone to blame, I’m right here... |
| Vergilius |
How fascinating. |
| Vergilius |
Built a sense of camaraderie between you already. |
| Vergilius |
Well, I do suppose it’s not too bad to cover up for each other since you’re all in the same bus... |
| Vergilius |
Just know that sticking up for one another doesn’t make up for your incompetence. |
| Faust |
... We got a call. After Team’s Spec Ops Section 4 has just gone underground for their job. |
| Vergilius |
That sounds about right. Someone has to salvage the E.G.O and Abnormalities left there. |
| Vergilius |
... A real shame that the essence was lost, though. |
| Outis |
This is getting excessive. |
| Outis |
Failure is a common thing on the battlefield. If an objective wasn’t met, you devise another plan and redeploy. |
| Outis |
Are you sure it wasn’t your expectations that were too high for our first mission? I will have you know that our manager’s performance was nothing short of outstanding. |
| Vergilius |
... ... |
| Vergilius |
I suppose we’ll leave it at that. You’re not entirely wrong. |
| Faust |
Certainly. |
| There seemed to be an uncanny tension between Vergilius and Faust... | |
| But right now, I had neither the energy nor the willpower left in me to get inquisitive. | |
| The bus reeked of blood with all the stains and gore on our outfits, yet none of us tried to open the windows. | |
| And no one had the urge to have a change of clothes. | |
| All of us just sat in place, dwelling on silence. | |
| Gregor had the most defeated look of them all, staring out the window... | |
| Then, he suddenly went to hang something from his pocket near the windshield of the bus. | |
| Charon |
Bug Guy. What did you put on Mephi’s head? |
| Gregor |
... A memento. |
| Gregor |
Something that belonged to the two. |
| Gregor |
I had a sister, just about Yuri’s age. |
| Gregor |
That’s... all there is. |
| I considered giving him a pep talk, but that quickly dissipated. | |
| Ishmael wore a grieving look, Sinclair was quietly weeping, and Rodya let out a distressed sigh; if they couldn’t offer him any encouragement, what good would I do? | |
| Vergilius |
Charon, won’t this get in your way? |
| Charon |
No, Charon’ll be fine. |
| Vergilius |
... Alright, let’s hit the road. |
| Charon |
Vroom-vroom. |
| The bus slowly grumbled forward. | |
| The gas mask hanging by the windshield waved like an ornament. | |
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