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The war's over, Woody. You're free. You can go back to Laterano, to that small house your parents left you, and plant roses in the front porch.

Then, you can find a chapel nearby and paint them on its ceiling, so they can listen to the prayers of every visitor. That way, the sounds will drift you into a peaceful night of slumber.

I found your gun in the warehouse, but... not his. Bring it back with you.

What about you? Where are you headed?

I'll stay here.

In Columbia...? But the war's over.

<i>Your</i> war may be over, Woody, but mine has only just begun.

Woody. Hey, Woody...

Ugh...

Are you alright?

How long have I been out...

Three days.

The kids got pretty tense when they saw me injured, so they went a little overboard. You banged your head on the staircase when they shoved you to the ground, and were out like a light.

Where's Jessica? And the others...?

Don't worry, she's fine. And I've sent someone to escort Helena.

My guess is she'll reach that casino unscathed in half a month. Then she'll launder all the money there before handing it to Sylvia, who's already waiting in the frontier.

...You aren't going to pursue them?

I told you already. I only care about what's in the contract. The higher-ups asked me to tow the plate to the specified location and maintain order on the way.

It doesn't say a thing about what happens off the plate, so I don't care either.

I may be a cold-blooded monster, but even I don't like feeding on the flesh and blood of others.

So what're you gonna do with me?

I have a mansion in southern Columbia. Got a great, big greenhouse. Wonderful place.

You could change your name and enjoy your golden years there. I'll make all the arrangements.

You ever lived there?

Never. But that's what the real estate agent said.

...Thanks for the offer, but if there's one thing I know, it's you never trust a real estate agent.

If you ain't turning me over to the courts, then I'm leaving.

To find your friends?

To find my family.

Your gun's on my desk. The last convoy to the frontier is in half a month.

You could...

You...

Go ahead, take the call.

Would you like some tea, sir? Thank you so much for coming all this way.

Uh, thanks, Miss Brynley. Your family paid a lot of money to hire me, so naturally I'm at your beck and call.

Robbing a bank is a serious crime... It's going to be tough to win this, isn't it?

Depends on what outcome you're hoping for.

If you don't mind prison, we can get you the shortest possible sentence in the most comfortable environment, and once you're released, your record will be clean. No one will even remember.

We do this all the time. It's nothing difficult, so long as you can afford it.

Okay. What else?

Of course, not a lot of people enjoy the sights of a prison cell. We have an alternate plan for you. You could stay home under house arrest, or even go on vacation at some villa with a great view.

Under supervision, of course.

Would that be difficult for you?

Yes, but not especially so.

If you don't want to spend a day in prison, and would rather go back to a normal life right away, like nothing ever happened... That would be quite difficult, but not impossible.

...In Columbia, aren't most criminals sent to the frontier instead of prison?

Don't worry, Miss Brynley. With us on the case, things won't get nearly that dire.

No... I'm saying that's what I want.

What?

I should be out there. I broke the law, and that's the price I should pay.

And you expect me to tell that to your father? Personally speaking, that's probably the most difficult thing you could ask of me.

No... the most difficult thing would be to try and stop me.

Because that's outright impossible.

You're... pretty determined.

You're right, I am. More than I've ever been.

Not taking the call?

I've never told anyone, but I hate phone calls. Loathe them.

I can tell. With that frown, you could hold a piece of paper between your eyebrows.

Is it that obvious?

Yeah...

But yes, every time my phone rings, I have to suppress the urge to draw my gun and shoot the damn thing.

I've thought about it so, so many times, but every time I've managed to swallow it and answer.

It's just a phone...

Try spending two months with it on the battlefield. It changes everything.

You're on call from sundown to sunup. When you pick it up and the voice says, 'attack,' you've no choice but to obey and send your men charging into enemy lines.

Then, you fight from sunup to sundown. You bring back everyone you have left, but before you even have time to catch a breather, the phone rings again.

The voice says, 'hold the line,' and you have to send everyone back to the frontlines to keep fighting a never-ending battle.

Let's part ways here, Woody. If I lost my right to give a eulogy at your funeral years ago, then I hope you'll at least hear out my last request.

I'm listening.

Don't die in someplace I've never even heard of.

...Fine. I have some parting words for you, too.

Yeah?

If you can't go back to how things were, you can at least hang up and call back later. Don't let them force you to keep your eye on it.

I hope you'll always remember this phone call.

He picks up the phone on the desk and punches in a few numbers

Is this the president of the bank? Hello, sir. I was a little busy, and couldn't answer your call.

Right, we ran into some trouble during the towing. I understand your frustration, but to me, as long as the plate reaches its destination, the mission will be a success.

Everything else is a sideshow. No one's going to care.

Right, I understand. The money is very important to you.

I get that business has been on the rise, and the people from Trimounts could help you climb even higher. And now that the money's gone, my guess is they won't just let you off the hook.

Of course, I also realize you aren't worried about <i>them</i>. You're worried about the higher-ups, who are even harder to deal with and can truly decide your fate.

Yes, I understand. I understand all that.

So, what do you say I help you fill in the hole? It's no small sum, but nothing I can't afford.

In return, perhaps you could help me with a small favor.

I have a few documents that I'd like you to sign for me. Under the table, as it were.

Someone's knocking on your door? Perfect, sounds like my mercs have arrived with the papers.

Haha... You're afraid to sign?

But think of our partnership. This is a win-win.

I'll give you another call in half an hour. I hope you'll have made your decision by then. Talk to you later.

Come in.

Sir, the money is ready. We're just waiting for the bank's decision.

But I must say... Taking over that platform in Bolívar took a whole lot less work than this one.

Well, that's Bolívar.

Bolívar doesn't have cutting edge scientists, nor any tech companies jostling for control of all the abandoned plates they can get.

Not to mention the favorable prices for plates and ownership transfer procedures they have there.

They wouldn't mind getting on our good side, after all.

Alright. No more complaining about things not going to plan.

If peace is a string, then the tighter it's stretched, the more the ones holding the ends will want a knife to cut it with. But as soon as it's cut, you either get rid of the knife immediately, or hold onto it forever.

We've been stretched too tight for too long, by someone much stronger than Bolívar.

Who knows how many more Davistowns we'll have to handle? I'd rather get the big guy to loosen his grip. Or even show him how much it hurts when the string snaps.

But an old platform they wouldn't think twice about... Hm, this might be even more useful than we thought.

If we consider only the immediate impact... the security of the surrounding areas could be greatly improved once we've established the training centers in Bolívar and Eastern Columbia.

Of course. If we didn't care about that, then what separates us from the guys who only know how to grease palms... No, what separates us from the 'big guys'?

Well, that's all a problem for the future.

...It's the bank president again. I suppose it wasn't a difficult decision.

Care to listen in?

...Why do we have to set sail now, of all times? I wanted to see Jessica and Woodrow off.

Stop whining and pack your clothes.

You left them all over the floor... Tsk tsk.

How come you two are so calm about this? Who knows if we'll ever see her again, once she's out on the frontier.

Mr. Cliff didn't approve her resignation. So even there, she'll still be a member of Blacksteel.

What? B-But... She's going out there to serve her sentence...

Yes, correct. But with her identity as a Blacksteel employee... and the job.

...The job?

Right. No matter where you go, you can never escape this job.

Maybe we'll get a mission in the frontier one day, and we'll get to see her.

Uh...

Now hurry and pack your clothes.

I... I can't believe you two were keeping this from me. I thought I'd never...

Don't blame us. Blame Engineering for keeping you so busy that we never got a chance to talk.

Hm? What's this...?

Something wrong?

Oh, no. I just found a note in my pocket.

Big whoop. Call me when you find a blank check.

Half a month ago, Laura wore that coat while bidding her friend farewell with a hug.

She slipped a note into her friend's pocket, but didn't notice her friend doing the same.

Laura turns away from the other two and opens it up.

There are a few numbers and a sloppily scribbled message:

'If you ever need funding, give this number a call.'

Another one.

Ma'am, you've been in this pub all night. The owner is about to close up.

That's alright. I know the owner.

Are you waiting for someone?

Nah, I ain't never waited for no one my whole life.

Is someone waiting for you, then?

Yeah...

Will they get to meet you?

I got a lot of people waiting for me, you'll have to narrow it down.

Let's not worry about the distant ones. The closest, waiting for you right now.

Yeah, of course they will. Gave 'em my word.

It's hard to find someone who takes promises so seriously these days. Here, let me treat you to a round.

You tailed me this long just to buy me a drink?

...Believe it or not, I made a promise too. I promised the girl you're supposed to meet that she'll get to see you.

You can call me Tila.

In a swath of scorched earth, I see a spark light up and drift with the wind into the distance, before perishing into ashes.

Or perhaps it lit up the night sky and brought forth the daylight.

You really plan on coming to the frontier with me?

Mhm.

You know what it is you're throwing away?

I do.

It's a stupid-ass choice.

Maybe in a few years, a few months, or even a few days... I'll come to think the same.

But I can only decide with the heart I have now.

If I think it's worth a shot, there's no reason for me not to act.

You think you'll find what you're after out there?

Before... I always put all my effort into chasing things I could never reach.

When I was a kid, I tried to chase my siblings, who were all taller than me. When I was a teenager and my grandfather died while I was out of the country, I rushed to attend the funeral I could never have made it to in time.

And then, after I grew up... I chased disasters and conflicts I could never possibly stop. Again and again.

I'm always chasing, but I never make it in time.

But this is different. This time I'm not chasing anything.

Because I'll be there from the very beginning.

Then let's get going. Hope you're ready for a fresh start.

Why the tears, Jessica?

My castle fell down. I spent all afternoon on it, but now there's nothing left.

Jessica, you built your castle on the beach. Of course it'll fall down when the waves come crashing.

I'm so dumb... Why didn't I build it somewhere safe...

What kind of nonsense is going through your silly little head? You're my granddaughter, how could you be dumb?

But my siblings are all so much smarter... They know all these things I don't...

They're adults. Of course they have more experience than you. When you grow up, you'll be just like them.

But won't they be even more amazing by then?

Huh... How come you have so many weird questions?

Sorry...

Now now, don't be so upset... How about I rebuild your sand castle with you?

Will you really...? But even if we do... it'll still come crashing down because of the waves tomorrow.

In the end... There still won't be anything left...

Jessica, if you're so worried about the waves wrecking your castle, how about we pick a beach further from the water, and rebuild it there?

Even when you lose everything, there's always the future... and we need to believe in it.

Don't be afraid to start over.

Yeah... Let's start over.

A warm hat is placed on the girl's head. Its brim is so wide, it covers almost her whole face.

If you want to cry, cry. You've been through so much... Must be tough to bear.

I'm not...

Ain't nothing to be ashamed of, Jessica. New lives always start in tears.

It's the very first step toward breathing.

After a long silence, a sob can be heard from under the hat.

The old man doesn't look down. Instead, he turns his gaze to the far end of the snowfield.

The sky beyond the horizon is dyed red by the dawn clouds, and its bright light reflects off the crystal-clear snow.

The vermillion hue stings his eyes with a sharp pain, and his tears begin to well up.