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Have you finished cleaning up the streets?

Yes, General. Everyone on the list has already been dealt with.

Some tried to flee to other boroughs or leave the city just as you said, and we stopped them as well.

Only a few slipped through our net... The soldiers sent to chase after them seemingly ran into the same Sarkaz from Rhodes Island as yesterday.

Let them squirm their way underground.

That'll make it easier for us to flush them all out at once.

...Multiple of our contact points above ground were attacked all at once?

What of our Messengers? They got taken as well?

Doctor, I want to hear your view on this.

Rhodes Island wasn't told where these points were.

The only ones with access to that information are our own troops.

We were tailed on the way back yesterday.

It seems the seeds of crisis were sown last night.

But I don't want to doubt our own soldiers.

There's no way they'd betray their brothers and sisters.

The commander is responsible for the team.;We can't overlook any hypothetical.

How many soldiers were rescued?

Twelve people came back with Heidi.

Among them, nine only ever provided us information on occasion.

The other three helped us transport supplies, so it is possible they know the locations of some contact points.

How many more are in Sarkaz hands?

...A lot more.

Doctor, you know better than anyone how difficult last night's operation was. As much as I'd like to rescue everyone, I'm forced to admit that we're not yet strong enough.

Heidi's done good work. Being able to save all those people already went above and beyond my expectations.

The Sarkaz couldn't know who would be rescued.;Unless everyone defected.;You don't place a pawn that won't be used.

There were a lot of uncertainties surrounding our operation last night...

I doubt the Sarkaz could have full control over everything.

That's simply not possible.

That's right.

The Sarkaz commander isn't a fool. He would have found a way to make sure his plan succeeded.

So, if there really were traitors among the soldiers we saved...

In all likelihood, they would've been the easiest for us to rescue.

That narrows it down considerably.;The most obvious suspects are clear.

Still, I don't want to fling these accusations around about soldiers willing to bleed and die for their homeland.

We need proof.

How do you suppose we get that, Doctor?

Please call Feist and Rockrock.

Let's go visit the wounded together.

Why aren't you moving? The commander just sent news that Bill's about to wake up.

...Rockrock.

I want to tell her that I'm stepping down as captain of the operation team.

Take a look at these.

Packages? What's inside them?

Johnny and Gabby's belongings. I picked out the stuff to send back to their families.

What remains are their tools, weapons, and equipment. If you really... can't get them out of your head, then pick out something useful and polish it up a bit. That way they'll at least still be with us on the battlefield.

Hah...

Sounds like the vice-captain rejected my resignation... Let's go see Bill then.

You're awake?

Yeah.

Something came up, so Miss Heidi had to leave. She was originally the one in charge of coordinating the treatment of the wounded here.

Wait, you're from Mr. Feist's team. Bill, right?

Mr. Bill, should I go call Feist and Rockrock over?

Ah, no, that's alright.

Miss Amiya, I decided to get up to talk to you.

...Huh?

Well, uh... I've always been curious about you.

Amiya of Rhodes Island...

Why do they trust you so much? You're just a Cautus in her teens.

Are you... talking about our operators?

We've been through so much together. You're correct that they trust me, but that trust is mutual.

As far as I can tell, it's no different for everyone in the Self-Salvation Corps either. You also trust Feist, Rockrock, and Clovisia, right?

Haha... Mutual trust, huh? That might be a part of it. After all, you've been through your share of trials and tribulations.

But your authority does not come from your bloodline, nor have you taken your position by force. You are far too young to have earned the amount of trust you enjoy.

...Mr. Bill?

Deep down, you've thought about these things too, haven't you? But you don't dare show it. Your fears, your worries, your anxiety... Everything is suppressed by the responsibilities they've forced onto you.

Are you worried about me? Did you overhear my conversation with Miss Heidi?

Mm... Maybe. I heard everything.

I appreciate the concern, but my responsibilities were not forced onto me.

Our operators placed their faith in me, and I am not going to let them down.

Of course... Of course. Since the very beginning, they've always been devoted to you.

But Amiya... When they look at you, how do you know that they're not looking right past you? Searching for another soul that has endured the twists and turns of fate?

Everything you believe, do you truly believe it, or...

Are you dreaming a dream given to you by somebody else... one that you can't wake up from no matter how much you struggle?

Mr. Bill... No, that's not who you are!

Who exactly are you?

Allow me to return the question.

Amiya... Who are you?

Amiya, do you like the stories I tell? You'll still be able to sleep well, won't you? I don't want you to have nightmares.

You won't? Oh, what a sweet child you are.

That's right, while we may look different in many ways, we are both children given life and nurtured by this great land.

Some of the stories you've heard are legends that others find terrifying, but they are indeed the history of the Sarkaz.

You shouldn't be here.

I see the energy gathering inside your palm. Have you not figured out who I am? Why aren't you attacking?

I cannot touch your emotions, 'Mr. Bill'.

But... I also cannot feel any malice.

Oh?

You could have continued pretending to be asleep, yet you said all those things to me...

Hah, didn't I already tell you? We are very curious about you.

If not for you, we'd have no desire to come here either. Theresis has no sway over us.

No matter what you're after... this is far too cruel.

Cruel...?

Do you mean this face we're borrowing?

Yes, which is why I need you to leave.

Black lines surged from her palm once more, weaving a net around the man in the Self-Salvation Corps uniform.

One strand condensed into a lightless blade, pressed against his throat.

What a... remarkably gentle threat.

Amiya, a lot of people have told you this before, yes?

You really are just like her.

Not another word out of you, please.