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Name?

Dorothy.

Please provide your full name.

I suggest you cooperate. This conversation will be recorded in its entirety.

Our next course of action hinges on the results of our investigation, in conjunction with the findings of our interrogation.

This will affect the fates of both you and those involved with Site 359.

Alright, I understand.

My full name is Dorothy Franks.

Dorothy! Dorothy! Come take a look, hurry!

There's a giant meadow just up ahead!

You can see everything from there, so let's try to find your home! Um...a silver house...

GO... GO-LOS-SEE!

Hey, Golosse! Move your balloon outta the way a little!

You're blocking the view!

I already took a good look, Veggie.

No silver house here... I guess my home is someplace else.

Oh...that's fine, my home isn't here either.

It's beautiful out here, but still not as nice as the wheat field back home!

G...

Hm? Golosse... what's wrong? Trying to get me to look at something?

Ah... I think there's someone over there.

Good day to you all.

G-Good day, Mr. Vulpo! You look like you're in some sort of trouble?

I can't find my home.

I was arguing with my brother, and it got so bad we almost brought the house down. I ran away and vowed never to return.

So I ended up here... It's so scary outside and I want to go home, but I can't.

Why not? Are you lost?

If you can't find your way home, you can join us to look for it.

Alright, I'll tag along with you kind ladies and this... balloon-carrying robot.

But I'm telling you, when you see my home, you'll understand why I said I could never go back.

By the way, I'm not a Vulpo. I'm a proud Aslan.

So, your goal was to find your 'home?'

And at the same time, help those Pioneers find their own 'homes?'

Exactly.

I came to Site 359 to find out what happened here.

So I'll ask you politely not to stall my investigation with vague wording.

I'm not trying to do anything like that. I really was looking for home.

If you don't mind, could I confirm one more time—

All other the personnel from Site 359, as well as the Pioneers, they've all been relocated?

I'm under no obligation to answer your questions.

Why is it you're so concerned with those Pioneers?

Your mother was a Pioneer as well, is that correct?

Yes.

You spent your childhood with her and her fellow Pioneers, is that correct?

Yes.

And your mother died in a Catastrophe out in the wilderness, is that correct?

I rather not talk about that, sir.

I'm sure you know my background well enough... But what does that have to do with your investigation?

Right. I apologize if my phrasing has upset you.

My working theory goes like this: Those people must have been very important to you.

The Pioneers... they wander the wilderness until they can go no further.

They migrate from one end to another, like a storm with nowhere to go. They may be called Pioneers, but they have no land to call their own.

I wanted to give them a better life.

As for my loved ones... I will carry on for them, to return to their 'homes,' the ones they've visited so many times in their dreams.

GO-LOS-SEE.

Here?

Golosse... This is your home?

GO.

GO......

Seems like its trying to tell us something... look at its hands.

Do you think it's asking us to open that drawer for it?

Drawer? What could be inside...? Let me see!

It's... a recorder?

Home... home...

Hey! Did... did Golosse just say a word?!

The robot begins to disassemble itself.

The balloon that it has been holding floats to the ceiling.

The robot opens its chest to reveal its 'core,' and places its 'heart' into the recorder.

The recorder gives off a voice... an elderly voice.

*Cough*... I am Golosse, a robot craftsman.

I can't walk anymore, and I'm still a long way from home.

I recorded my voice and implanted it into this body. I hope this robot can bring it back home for me.

Dear stranger...

If anyone hears this... please go and see for me, find out what's become of my home...

Go on, robot, carry my voice back home!

The elderly voice stops.

LOSE...

The robot makes one final sound before reverting to a heap of cold steel.

Golosse... I know that's not your name, but I still think I should call you that... you did it.

But what you've accomplished, is more than just acting as a proxy to carry your master's voice to a long lost home.

This place... is your home too.

Mr. Lupo.

What is it? And I'm not a Lupo, I'm an Aslan.

Alright, Mr. Aslan... could you help me fetch Golosse's balloon?

I want to bring its balloon with us, and carry on.

Let's get back on track. In regards to your cooperation with the military, I see Ferdinand was your liaison, and your experiments appear to have been fully compliant with the law, so far.

Let me clarify your personal relationship, which appears to have been very close? Were you really unaware of what he was planning?

I'm sorry, but I never knew him that well.

Fair enough. We have no evidence that you knew what he was up to.

Records show a pattern of accessing internal Rhine Lab documents typical for a researcher.

I'm always pressed for time. I just wish my experiments could be faster and better... I don't have the luxury of exploring unrelated materials.

You say that, but what you've accomplished is still pretty incredible.

No ordinary person would avoid obtaining information like that, let alone a Rhine Lab Director.

We have reason to suspect you prepared these records to clear yourself of suspicion.

Preparing false records for a post-event investigation wouldn't help me complete my experiments faster, nor would it help the Pioneers.

So why would I do that?

Wouldn't you be curious about your role in his plans? Wouldn't you want to know if he saw you as a partner or a pawn?

No, that really wouldn't make a difference to me at all.

My research, my vision... that's what matters to me. And it could be extraordinarily valuable to someone else.

If that someone else wants to make use of my research and vision, I'm willing to make a trade.