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You and your brothers should have been the perfect lifeforms.

You would have redefined Originium Arts, freed yourselves from the shackles of talent, the plague of Oripathy.

Yes, you... no, we should have conquered fate itself together.

Why? Why couldn't I do it? I ruined us both!

Why are you crying?

Tears falling on the hand. Salty. Painful.

I have seen you cry before.

That day... no, I don't want to remember.

I don't want you in my memories. It's painful to forget, but even more painful to remember you.

Don't forget.

Remember me. Please, remember me. Remember the criminal.

Filled with guilt.

Filled with pain.

No... no...

My brothers...

Why... why? Why! My memories are coming back... my head hurts... it's cold!

Grab me.

Grab my neck. Clutch it in your hands. Do you feel the pulsating veins? The blood is warm. You won't be cold anymore.

Blood... how could it be warm?

It's colder than ice, more suffocating than water.

It's you.

It's all you.

You took my life and my brothers away.

You turned me into... into...

A monster.

A weapon.

A destroyer.

Then kill me. Destroy my broken body. Crush my guilty soul. For all that you've lost.

Kill you...

Will all the crimes disappear if I kill you?

The lives that people should have lived won't be taken away again? They can be with the ones they love?

...I can't lie to you anymore.

But at least I deserve it.

Time is short. We'll have company soon.

I'll go to them.

I won't let anyone... stand in the way of what's right.

Doctor, the army men are coming!

We need to go deeper! Hurry!

Rosmontis.;Don't leave Rosmontis.

Old Loken's locked the door! This building is like a maze. It's got Nasti's handprints all over it.

We've been at it for a while now, but we still have no clue where they are.

I'm concerned about the kitten... but I doubt an old, sickly scientist like Loken could do anything to her.

He wants to retrieve Rosmontis's memories.;He wants to incite Rosmontis's anger.

Then have Rosmontis kill him.

That's his 'gift.'

Huh?

Did he finally go off the deep end? They say being in prison too long makes you go crazy.

But... well, I'm not sure I should say it, but the kitten has a reason to be angry after Loken did all that to her, doesn't she?

I was angry when I saw Iffy's experiment logs, angry enough that I wanted to flood those ruins six feet deep.

Loken would be getting what he deserved. Assuming, just assuming, that Rosmontis really had vengeance on her mind... I'm not sure I'm really in a position to stop her...

I just don't want Loken to get what he wants.;I just want Rosmontis to do what she wants.

I want to find her.

I want to be with my family.;I want to help my operator.

Then we'd better hurry...

Eek—!

Th-That was close...

We almost got roasted together!

Army power armors! Get inside!

Doctor, we have to—

Over here!

Am I starting to hear things? Why do I feel like I just heard Iffy's voice?

Come with me!

What's wrong with you? Step on it! You FNG or something?

Y-YOU'RE the FNG!

It's sounding more and more like...

Target, 3 o'clock!

Nngh?!

So <i>that's</i> how it works? It's so complicated... I'd rather use my fire...

Ifrit.;It's really you.

The power armor convulses a few times before you.

Then, a fiery red girl leaps out in a shower of sparks.

Doctor? MuMu? You're both here!

You can drive a mech?;Isn't this thing supposed to be a nightmare to drive?

It's a piece of cake for a genius like me!

Alright, well, Saria modified it, so she's the genius. Ask her the details. She's close.

Saria's here too?

If only she would let me do stuff myself. But why don't you look happy, MuMu?

It's not that...

Wait, that's the way Rosmontis went... the power armor went there?

Go, go, go!

Hostile conta—er, it's a young girl. Sensors indicate the presence of an elderly male further in.

Should we proc—wait!

Giant floating weapons!

High-threat target identified! Attack!

You're... a soldier.

Cold outer shell... no warmth, no emotion.

Are you fighting bad people? Do you stand with the people who have been hurt?

Possible unidentified high-threat test subject!

Requesting permission to engage—

Gah!

No, you don't have your own will.

You don't think about right and wrong before you act, do you?

Then, you're just a puppet on strings.

Go away, or I'll destroy you too.

Cut. Cut the potato open, and put it into the water piece by piece. Skulls are much harder to cut.

Tear. The softest tissues in the human body are like cotton candy, easily scattered by a gloved hand.

Crush. Flowers are crushed in the trembling palm, the juices sticking to the skin, dripping onto new leather shoes.

Scream. The instruments sever the nerves so quickly that it can take a life without its owner noticing, just like the use of anesthetics.

Cry. My dead brothers cry on the operating table. Why were they the ones who had to be killed? Why was I the one who was made to live?

No. No.