I don't need to go outside today? Th-thank goodness... Infected people like me have no right to wear these clothes. How strange it is that I cannot wear the clothes I make with my own hands... Eh? Rhodes Island doesn't care about stuff like that? Really?

Um... my outfit? O-Oh, I designed this one myself. The skirt incorporates some traditional motifs, though it can't compare to my papa's work... Still, this is my attempt at a vintage style.

Good afternoon, Doctor. I'm trying to clean up my room... Sorry, my room often ends up being a mess... I used to never have to organize my room, and now that I'm starting to learn, it's actually rather fun... although I often break things in the process...

I've always had trouble adjusting after being pulled away from my old life. In the very beginning, I felt like I couldn't continue living after becoming an Infected, and I was just so scared... But I'm not like that anymore. There's so much I want to learn, and I want to do more for those just like me here at Rhodes Island.

Since I was young, my father insisted I study swordsmanship. I didn't enjoy it at the time. But after the incident, I've found holding the sword more reassuring... than holding the spinning thread.

I used to be afraid to go outside. As an Infected, I felt like everything scorned me... But now I understand that one's self-esteem has nothing to do with whether or not she is Infected. After all, that is the most beautiful adornment.

Doctor, um... If, if it's possible, can I make some clothes for you...? I think you'd be just right for bringing out some of my ideas. Um, I sometimes ask the other Operators in the same way...

The people who stoned me with Originium... Of course I hated them, but now... If I continued to harbor that contempt and despair, it would have driven me to do terrible things. I have no regrets about running away from home, even if it holds many warm memories of my past.

I want to incorporate the many things I've learned from everyone into something we can all wear...Hehe, even with that in mind, the elements are a bit complicated. But this reflects my emotions, whether I'm brandishing my sword or flourishing my needle.

I'll use this time to craft something small.

H-hello, Doctor... My codename is Bibeak... Excuse me, but is there a facility with a loom and a knitting machine here?

The way they fight... I've never even considered it before…

A p-promotion? Are you sure? I'm actually not very good at fighting... Thank you.

All the Operators of Rhodes Island, and you, Doctor… stand at my side. I know, even with my limited lifespan, I'm still able to live as a normal woman… Or even, a life most people would never dream possible.

Ah! I understand!

Hm? I-I'm the captain?

Just like a textile, there is only one way to weave.

Is fighting unavoidable after all...?

Oh! Understood!

Our combat uniforms are all ready!

Is wielding the sword the same as wielding the needle?

I can also fight! Believe in me!

I won't hold back!

Save the talk for after the battle! There are people I must protect!

Like threading a needle... Strike!

Can the thread of life also be cut?

Great work, Doctor! Um, what did you think about my performance?

I-it's finally over! If your uniform is damaged, I can help repair it…

Oh, someone got away... But, that's a better outcome... than the cruelty of death.

I, I'm still... so useless...

Hmm... Where is the textiles room?

Yah!

Oh, Doctor, could you grab those textiles for me?

Arknights.

At New Year's, I used to make a new item of clothing for each member of the family. We would all sit around the fireplace, to greet the New Year together. It's the most blessed memory I have... But now, while clothes are renewed year after year, the people who've left us will never return.

Hello, Doctor

Time is like the thread on a loom, forming into a person's life bit by bit… These moments I've experienced at Rhodes Island have surely made me stronger. With my sword in hand, and companions at my side, I'm given the courage to withstand the bitterness.