Wasting me on tidying up papers? Hardly the most brilliant of plans. Why squander a pair of capable hands? Pass those charts and tables over, I'll reorganize them for you... And, as I'm already in your seat handling this headache, let's have you rest for a bit, alright?

Little Garnet here is just an elaborate Arts creation. Whether taking lives or saving them, it allows me to shed less blood and do the job with a little less mess. But in the end, it's nothing more than a crystal of blood. Well, aren't you fascinated? Here, you can play with it for a while... Oh dear, why are you pulling away your hand?

I've taken care of those tasks—effortlessly, I might add. No need to thank me. That would give the impression I've exerted myself over such trivial matters. Incidentally, when will that bunny start asking me for help directly, instead of using you as her messenger? Rest assured, I won't scare her like I did before.

The sisters refused my visit again. They still find me... disagreeable. I've never claimed Rose Riverside's Canoes to be a harmonious family. As we can perceive the rhythmic pulse of each other's hearts pumping blood, the trust between us needn't rely on sentiment.

No, no one else is here. I was just chatting with Laqeramaline—or rather, with the incantations woven by the Banshees, reminiscing about the riverside landscapes I've traversed. Who doesn't like to take something precious as a keepsake, to hold in place for a loved one?

Some sisters have never seen this landship with their own eyes. Some imagine it to be an egg woven of countless blood vessels; others see it as a ghost formed from communication data and electrical cables. How do I know their imaginings with such clarity? Good question. How indeed?

I won't tell a soul, so tell me: the one who just entered the office and the one who came in earlier, they have a rather... sensitive connection, don't they? Look at your furrowed brow... I'm not angling for intelligence, I'm genuinely concerned about you. Do be careful not to get caught up in emotional entanglements.

Rejecting the kindness of others is terribly rude, wouldn't you agree? Some people, when they notice changes within themselves, want to break away from the past. But me? I will always remember the most intimate moments I've shared with each of my friends. These memories aren't fabricated, so why would one arbitrarily deny our friendship?

Indeed, my interrogations are truly gentle. As long as enough blood flows, I can thoroughly sift through a heart and excavate all the secrets I wish to know. A pity, though, that you and your blood are simply too precious. Do strive to live on. The day you lie mortally wounded on death's door, I'll be there to see you.

Hmm... Pulse is steady. Not dead, just asleep.

Codename, Entelechia. It's been quite a while, battlefield commander of Rhodes Island—Don't feel bad that you've forgotten me. No one can know every single one of our Canoes.

Can a recording on a machine be more truthful than a memory bubbling from one's heart?

I should 'promote' you too, shouldn't I, as a token of appreciation? Why don't I purify the blood in your body, see if you can become a pure Vampire… Relax, you're not a mixed-blood Sarkaz, and unworthy of a torture you could not endure.

Ah, a medal... Have you thought it through? I'm rather fussy when it comes to gifts and the ones handing them over. The vows between Canoes come first, so I can't do much for Rhodes Island... But if a friend has a personal favor to ask, I don't mind lending a hand at times.

I don't mind escorting this many people at once.

Take care not to let your blood run dry.

Every drop of blood whispers.

I prefer a clean floor, so I'll grant you a death without shedding blood.

Oh, you have an indecisive side too?

If you need to calm down, I can slow your heartbeat for you.

At moments like these, Little Garnet shines most brilliantly.

Don't get me wrong. I don't like the smell of the battlefield.

Gush forth from your heart.

Part ways from your flesh.

Fall back into death.

Oh dear. Don't choke on your own blood, now.

Fine work. I will preserve this moment within my memories.

Can you feel your blood racing? Do you find this scene beautiful? If you're satisfied with the battle's outcome, then I haven't come here for naught.

So long as they bleed, they cannot flee.

Go already. Do not dwell on this mess, nor let it scar you. The aftermath is mine alone to handle.

A familiar sight. As I suspected back then, no one can alter this landship's mechanical design.

Does it feel nice, having your blood run backwards?

I would like to bestow upon you a little gift. Say, an Arts enchantment on your pen nib, the same I use on Little Garnet. How does that sound?

Arknights.

How rare to see everyone in the mood to celebrate a holiday, rather than to mourn someone. It's also rare to see a banquet hall prepare a seat for a Vampire. The sisters of Rose Riverside have spoiled many a banquet before. Whoever said a dinner party isn't the perfect hunting ground for intelligence?

If I were a commander whose life is either the target or concern of many and more, I would learn to tread a little lighter, Doctor.

A new birth is always a bloody affair. Some sisters choose to commemorate the day they killed an archenemy as their birthday; others pick the day their blood was purified and they became pure Vampires. How about you? Since coming to this great land, the blood you've shed and the pain you've endured… how much do you remember?

Farewells are difficult, so we must strive to minimize our partings. This isn't my personal conviction, but it was the reason Rose Riverside rallied behind Theresa, and why I support you now. Very well, present your year-end retrospective. I find solace in hearing memories unfold.