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The sacrarium is burning! Get water! Water!

What's going on? Is that a fire?

Raimund! What are you doing here? I thought you had...

Now's not the time for that!

Y-You're right!

The sacrarium's on fire! Give me a hand!

The sacrarium?!

How did the sacrarium catch fire?

How should I know?! Fires have happened before, but nothing as bad as this one. And the timing!

We need to put it out! Thank goodness it wasn't the residences...

Keep fighting the fire. I'll get help.

Water! *cough* More water!

The fire's too fierce!

Careful of the smoke! Close the door, that might keep the fire from spreading...

What are you talking about?!

It's the sacrarium! The holy statue is in there! Closing the door won't put the fire out!

That's not what I mean! But it's too dangerous right now!

A wise decision.

What do <i>you</i> know... who are you?

Kids...? No, how could you bring children to a dangerous place like this?!

Stay away! It's not safe here!

You're right. It's not safe.

You've inhaled a lot of smoke. Continue to do so, and you'll begin experiencing symptoms of smoke inhalation.

So what? Got anything useful to say?

I've never seen you before... you're Sankta, right? From Laterano? That's a holy statue of Laterano! Do something!

My mission does not involve the statue.

What are you talking about? Now's no time to talk about some 'mission'!

Use your... your... your Arts to put that bloody fire out, or get out of the way if you're not gonna help!

I'm afraid I'm unable to use Arts suitable for that purpose.

More people are needed to fight the fire and minimize damage.

I'll get help!

There's no need.

They're coming.

You're here...

We got word from Raimund.

Enough talk. Take the bucket! I'll go get more!

A-Alright!

More here!

I've got it.

Find a safe place to wait.

You're that Lateran...

And what of the kids?

I do not believe now is the right time to discuss that.

Hmph.

Here, bucket.

Clément!

Stop, Clément! Don't go any further!

I advise against going into the scene of the fire right now.

Let me go! Let me go!

It is dangerous without proper protective equipment.

He's right!

Are you trying to get yourself killed?!

I have to—

I have to...

Sorry... I lost my head.

I know it hurts, but this is serious.

Flowers can be replanted.

We're running out of water. I'll fill a few more buckets.

We can't go any further! The fire and smoke are too much...

You can stay behind.

I suggest not speaking loudly to avoid smoke inhalation.

And who's the reason I have to speak?

You don't need to follow me.

I don't trust you. I'm keeping an eye on you.

Wait, did you hear that?

The fire continues to burn, and the gun-wielding statue creaks ominously.

It casts a scorching shadow on Raimund, as though passing judgment on the Sarkaz who dared to set foot in a Sankta sacrarium, as it begins to topple in the fire.

Get back!

There is a sharp cracking sound, but the expected pain does not come.

The Executor stands before the Sarkaz, his gun held high.

This way, before anything else falls!

Your arm...

No, wait a second, you destroyed the statue?!

I did not destroy it, only changed its direction to prevent it from hitting you.

But it's your statue...

That does not matter.

The fire continues to grow. It's atypical.

Although furnishings like wooden benches are flammable, the initial location of the fire was unusual. It's possible that something else caused the fire.

What do you mean? What are you trying to say?

Hm?

That is...

(Is this where the Sarkaz live?)

(The walls are too thin to guard against the winds blowing across the wastes.)

(It really is chilly.)

(It's getting dark. I'm taking too long.)

(Hm?)

(Is that a fire I see up there?)

(A fire, now?)

(Looks like there's trouble on Federico's side.)

(...! Someone's coming!)

They've gone to help at the abbey. Should we go too?

Stefano was good to us. Even if we're leaving...

You go if you want to, but keep me out of this!

They've got their Lateran friends! Let <i>them</i> help. We're not welcome there.

(Well, guess I just got into the habit of hiding myself.)

(Was there an argument? Things weren't like this when Oren and I first came...)

Don't be mad. Leyla didn't mean to say that...

She definitely thought it, even if she didn't mean to say it!

She said I stole her winter clothes! Me, a thief? Taking care of this stuff has been my responsibility for years!

Man...