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It's really changed around here.

Ruins, corpses, and Originium dust floating from the dead.

I imagine you Rhodes Islanders don't need me worrying about your protection, being Oripathy specialists and all.

This war has been creating new Infected without end... and life under these circumstances can only make it harder.

They've been thrown into this chaos without warning, and they may not realize how cruel a fall it is yet. That goes for the pain of their illness, and the scars of war...

But they'll know soon enough, and twice over.

We all have a clear picture of how it infects and festers, how the people die in their confusion, or amass in their hatred.

And you've seen where that hatred leads, Doctor.

Reunion.

War's given people a great excuse. Without the veil of daily life, things could get even worse.

Whatever reason it is, we need to stop Theresis.

...And Theresa.

...Roger.

It looks like we'll have to part ways for the moment. So goes our line of work—always piles of things nagging at you to deal with them.

Right. I think I'll be seeing you in a bit.

Stay productive, now.

Bleeding hell, he... he makes my hairs stand on end.

Not even old PC Whitman ever made me feel so sick.

Alright, everyone, chin up. Welcome to the HQ of we merry Glasgow Gangers. I mean, I can guarantee it WAS at least.

Don't know how Baird's been running the gym since we left...

Siege, Morgan, you not got anything to say?

I...

Indra, love... I think I stepped on something...

Eh? Probably just someone's pet scarpering for the street aga...

The hell is... is that a...?

Amiya, don't look.

I've seen already, Doctor. In those illusions from the past, I've seen sights still more tragic than the ones here.

We're here precisely to ensure the situation doesn't unfold that far.

The hatted man led us here, then permitted us to act freely on our own wishes outside of the deal we made. His goal is clear to us.

He knows we won't be content with letting all this be, and he hopes the people here will credit the Duke he serves with our actions.

But I don't care.

I don't care how the Duke wants to use us. I don't care what kind of prestige she's hoping to rake in.

I don't care if this will impact some other duke's fight for their people's affections, or compel them to act in whatever way.

All that matters is I cannot let this be.

This isn't some disaster taking place in a country, in a city, in a neighborhood unrelated to us.

This is happening to each and every living person.

Trust has always been a fragile thing, collapsed in a moment, ever harder to rebuild.

Quickly, Doctor. We might not have that many pharmaceuticals on us, but we have to make all the use of them that we can.

There, that should be okay now.

Sorry, I'm not a professional doctor. This is just some basic first-aid.

We've stabilized your Oripathy symptoms, and stopped your wounds worsening. That's all we can do for now.

You need rest, and supplements. After that, it's down to luck.

Do you need us to bring you home?

No, no, no need!

Hunger knocked me out, that's all. Just, was sleeping for a bit on the pavement.

What... What'll you be wanting? I've got nothing to my name.

We don't want anything.

N... Nothing?

Go back home, sir.

(Here's some food. Keep it hidden. Don't let anyone else find out.)

Wh—Who the...?

Alright, alright. I'll be out of here, then...

(You've gone too long without food. Don't eat too quickly. You need to let your bodily functions recover bit by bit first.)

Right, got it...

Thank you.

Amiya, we have a lot of people staring at us.

Most of them with ill will.

Two groups are planning their moves and readying Molotovs.

I know.

But at the same time, the desperate have seen us too. And the ones hiding themselves in the dark, deathly ill, so have they.

Just the fact we're here might have been enough to relight a spark of hope in them.

After a violent collapse, any rebuild demands great care.

That's right, Doctor.

We don't need for the people to trust us, we need them to... reestablish their trust in each other.

That's what underlies a society coming back to life.

Someone's coming.

Doesn't matter. I'm stood right here. I'll stand in front of you.

This is our street, and we're pulling her back out of this chaos and anger.

Doesn't matter who it is. Bring it on.

Mind yourselves. Here they come.

Hey!

Is that—

(Oi, watch you don't fuss about nothing, Hannah. Nearly socked you straight in the gob.)

(You lot show off like a circus. You want everyone here targeting you?)

(Come on. With me.)

They're gonna run!

Shit! The Glasgows got in first!

Surround 'em!

Out of the way.

Ms. Ines, don't take them on. Not for now.

I... recognize a few of their lot. It's just the fear and torture's driving them mad.

Nothing they need to pay for with their lives.

(Head to the alley we used to bunk off at for snooker. Same door as ever.)

(Got it.)

(Baird, we'll... see you at home.)

Come with me!

Quick! Get a move on, don't lose 'em!

I... I haven't eaten for days, I can't run...

On your bike and get out of here, then! You'd eat dead people if you had any spine! I'm not your nanny!

You wanna go?

Who are those people?

Eh? Who else are they gonna be? It's the Glasgow bastards!

The Glasgow Gang, are they.

Are we getting them together, or am I getting you?

No, I reckon I've seen them before. And that one in the uniform...

Things here got more complex than I was predicting.

I need to move fast.

Is there a bigger ruckus in there today or something? Did a fire start again?

Should I go take a look, sir?

If a fire spreads...

Then it's no skin off your nose, little girl.

Do your own job. Don't let me see anything funny.

No one's going to look out for you here.

A... Aye-aye, sir!

Sir! What brings you here in person?

There's nothing you need to worry about here, it's all under control!

Paying no heed to the Sarkaz soldier's report, Manfred walks over to the foot of the blockade zone's wall, gazing far off at the buildings within.

Is... Is something off, sir?

The war continues to proceed smoothly.

Paprika, what have you witnessed in these past days?

I...

They've just been—slaughtering each other.

No, it's not even that, really... they've just been... so scared.

Fear and mistrust divide a people. Pacts, customs and morals all collapse forthwith under extreme conditions.

The Kazdel of old attested to that.

Kazdel...

Hence do our two leaders take a stand.

You mean...?

What if I were to ask you—what can bind a people?

Maybe... patience? We can try and win people over, or use our own kindness to move others...

I think, as long as you have enough time...

She failed.

Any ties that such things build are too frail.

But he told me. The most efficient thing... is hate.

Manfred throws an indifferent glance at the young mercenary girl, her breaths bound tight by nerves, daring only to stare at the tips of her own shoes.

You have persistently been sharing your own supplies with those behind the blockade.

N—No! That was a Sarkaz! I thought...

What?! How could you—

Sarkaz who serve Victoria should make you even more sick!

Sir, I assure you, I will immediately...

Continue.

...Sir?

We cannot have everyone inside dying of starvation yet.

In time... they will be of great use to the Military Commission.

Not much has changed around here.

Morgan, all your graffiti's still up.

I'm looking now. My standards must have been terrible back then.

You haven't got much better, though?

Oh, you wanna go, Hannah?!

As the two argue, Siege and Baird look on, then make brief eye contact, and break into laughter, shaking their heads.

If you overlook the sealed-up entrance, the boarded-up windows and the weariness in their expressions, it might all seem like nothing's changed.

But everyone knows deep inside. 'We haven't changed' is self-consolation at most, a kind of illusion.

Every minute and second that's ever passed has left an unquestionable mark on them.

Long time no see, Baird.

True that, Vina. Long time no see.

The fact you're still around and kicking is probably the best news I've had in a long while.

I've never said die, you know that.

That I do.

Vina, I'm... just as happy to see you back here. Happier than you could imagine.

I always believed you'd come back. We put up the sign for the Slobberknocker together and all, back in the early days.

Just, it's been hard for me to grin and bear it. In these times.

I know.

And I know you didn't come back just for my sakes.

Five whole years ago you scrambled out of here... I remember Norport was practically open season already, all those bastards after your neck.

I... wasn't ready then.

I didn't want to tow anyone else into my business. It was leave or nothing.

So? You're back here now, back on our street. Now you're ready.

...I hope I am.

The Rhodes Islanders want to look for that Sarkaz airship here. I'll be assisting them as a Rhodes operator and all.

But I've never stopped being a member of the Glasgow Gang.

I'll get you out of this mess. That's my duty to you. Always has been.

Hah, same as ever, you are, Vina. Not one bit different.

Hah. Just like it used to be, eh.

Just, there's one thing. I don't know if...

Baird, we're skint on supplies as is. Now you bring in all these people.

You want everyone to split up once we're done eating? Or are you hoping I'll go rob some blockhouse with security up to here?

Shut it with that, Cador.

Although our stockpile's definitely...

Please, it's okay. We've brought rations with us. We even have some surplus.

Hmm. Not... the biggest amount, but enough to put us out of dire straits for now.

We can change this zone together.

As long as we can unite everyone on the plate...

Pff. Unite?

Listen, Cautus runt, 'unite' is an easy word to toss around. But you lot are more than welcome to try.

Fingers crossed... you're what makes the difference.