sesa

Even broken materials like these continue to thirst and scream.

Ah, I can hear your wails...

Morning, Sesa. Been busy all night again?

I thought I heard a bunch of mercenaries fighting. Turned out it's just you taking out the trash.

Time does not forgive!

Great power must be tempered by years...

In order to break free from the shackles of pain and destruction, right?

Haha, always so hard to understand what you're saying.

I'll leave you to it, then.

One moment.

Hm?

I am not your antidote, and you need not thank me for this act of impulse.

However...

Is this... did you make this out of that scrap?!

Just like that? Incredible!

This old leg of mine hasn't moved so well in... forever! Wow!

Just gave it a few tweaks.

May it solve some of your troubles.

You're too humble.

Thank you so much, Sesa.

Look out behind you!

Ouch!

Be careful.

It is perilous to keep one's gaze lowered and lose sight of all around you.

No idea what you just said!

But it doesn't matter!

Here, Sesa!

Bread?

Yeah! I got it from a guy who wears weird clothes and talks weird.

Heh, I got two, actually.

So one's for you. Thanks for catching that thief!

Thank you.

Mm-hm!

(Swallows)

What is it?!

'Columbia'

(There's a note in the bread?)

(Someone who dresses and speaks oddly... could it be?)

Little one?

(Swallows) Mm?

Come, reveal your secrets. Who has guided you here...

Sesa?

Are you Mr. Sesa?

No need for titles. I am beneath them.

The aura of a profiteer, that chilling accent...

I beg your pardon?

Er, has there been a misunderstanding?

The name's Darrell. I'm a merchant from Columbia.

(A merchant from Columbia?)

(Could the note have been a warning?)

I've been told you're an expert on retrofitting Originium weapons.

So...

(Whisper) I have a shipment of... said weapons... from a certain Columbian company.

(Whisper) Would you like to have a... chat?

I thought this would be a place where I could catch my breath, compared to all the crap in Ursus.

Yes, I was a killer! But I only ever killed that blasted drunkard in the search squad, dammit!

I just want to live a quiet life and take care of my new wife.

I've even tried to stop thinking about the scum who reported me, about what they did to me!

But why...

What would you like me to do for you, then?

A few Ursus mercenaries recognized me. I denied it, but they burned down my shop...

The Lord Ameer's men chased them away, but... I know they've set their sights on me.

So...

Why did you come to me, then?

What drove you to forfeit your own rights?

Rights?

I know you can find them.

But you could have done it yourself.

I...

Am I wrong? Are you suddenly beset by pity for your fellow man?

To my knowledge, it wasn't just some 'search squad member' you killed in Ursus.

You!

I'll consider this a sign of your mistrust in me. A test, as it were.

But see, you clearly know what you want, don't you?

I'm sorry...

That said, that weapon of yours isn't exactly suitable for revenge.

What do you want?

What can you give me?

I'll accept all reasonable forms of payment, even... interesting conditions.

Goodbye.

I could help you.

Don't worry, I'm just looking for a purpose.

A purpose?

Yes, a purpose.

Thanks, but no.

This is rather unlike you. I thought you'd have come earlier.

Or even barged in, rather than standing there like a student waiting for his teacher's answer.

Of course, I could consider taking in a student like you.

Give you some necessary pointers, if that's what you're looking for.

I <i>do</i> need an answer.

That note. You're the only one who could've sent it.

I don't know the child.

So?

But I do 'know' them.

I was handing out bread to every child on the streets who passed by, knowing the message would make it to you.

I was asking why, not how.

Did you think you were clever, following and using a child?

I was simply... matching my behavior to yours.

What?

The caution and wariness you've shown in Sargon... You must be hiding from someone.