I'm sorry, Doctor. This girl's sick today and nobody's to take care of her, so I brought her along. She's quiet and really well-behaved. Besides, she can fold a paper napkin into a lily. Dear, why don't you give the Doctor these flowers? You'd make the Doctor very happy.

Come out! I can see you, you know—oh, Doctor! I'm so sorry! I thought you were one of the kids playing hide-and-seek. Why are you hiding in here? Oh, someone is trying to drag you back to work? Well, I don't think this box is big enough for you. I could help you with my tail, if you wanted.

Yes, this hymn is an arrangement of a Bolívarian folk song. You can tell? It's quite different from the original. Does it matter, though? Everyone loved it when the arrangement made its way back to Laterano.

Why is there an axe behind the saint's statue? Oh, I think I left it there after cleaning up some bandits that got into the abbey. I have to put it away before the children see it. You mean, sacrilege? Of course not. Our Lord would approve, if He knew of the wicked deeds they did.

I always knew Laterano well, but it was only when I heard a gravely wounded nun singing hymns on her deathbed, with no trembling in her voice, that the black-and-white image of Laterano turned vibrant, and our Lord's grace dawned on me.

The first time I came to Laterano, it had suffered a calamity attack, a broken city filled with broken souls, hardly the image of paradise. Was I shaken? I guess I was, but nobody ever said that faith is only for that which is perfectly flawless.

Aurela should not have spoken to you like that. Allow me to apologize on her behalf. She's not easy to get along with, and I wouldn't even call her a good person, but we all need 'bad friends', for the sake of our worst thoughts and emotions, things that I would never show to a good person like you.

Let the ancestors' legacies lie forgotten in my mind. It's enough to pick up a few tidbits from time to time as tales to tell the children. What I really want to remember, well, is the excited looks on the children's faces when I talk with them... and the smile on your face right now.

What was taken from you? You try your best to suppress the wrath in your heart, but I can still sense it, so intense it could destroy everything. No, I'm not afraid, Doctor. Release it, and it will energize you, pushing you forward, until you take back everything that was yours.

Sleep, Doctor. There's a wicked creature out there in the night, clad in feathers and scales, that hunts children who stay up too late, impaling their hearts with its sharp spiked tail. What? You say you know her? I... I just made that up...

I am Gracebearer, a nun from Bolívar. Give me your hand, Doctor, and our Lord shall grant you His blessings.

They should be more decisive... this will only create complications.

Thank you for your generous donation. Your name will be etched into a century-old monument, with that of the abbey's founder.

I really appreciate Rhodes Island taking these children in, and away from Bolívar. They deserve some light and warmth at the end of their lives.

I would be delighted to join your team, Doctor, but... I'm hoping you will stay away when I'm fighting. Maybe you wouldn't mind it, but to me, you're too good of a person to have to face that.

No... don't make me take even more of them, Doctor.

I'll come back at the appointed time... or an hour late. I'm Bolívarian, after all.

Do not fear. I'm just bringing you to your predetermined end.

...Very well. You have my axe, if you need it.

Don't worry, Doctor, I have my axe here.

There are certain things I must handle personally.

I'm not the one who will regret letting things get to this point.

Close your eyes. I don't want to scare you.

Cover your ears. This might get loud.

No need to scream. It's all over.

Shh... it'll be okay. Everything will be okay.

I was lucky. I didn't encounter any enemies—the blood on my skirt? Oh, I must have tripped and fallen. Don't worry, it's just a scratch.

It's done, Doctor. Let it go.

Turn around and find someone else, Doctor... I don't want you to see me covered in blood.

Go back. Sleep well. Everything will be alright by the time you wake up in the morning... Go. Back.

How did you find me? You followed the singing? I was humming while working alone. You've never heard me sing… Well, one should not sing the same songs alone as with others.

Oh, it's you, Doctor. Don't sneak up on me like that again.

I sneaked some extra sugar beneath your bread when we took Communion just now. Did you notice?

Arknights.

Would you like a bowl of cream soup? It's an honor to have you—oh dear, don't do that, children! Oh, look how they spilled soup on you... I'll get you a change of clothes. Hm, looks like all I have handy is a nun's habit... do you mind?

May the Lord bless you and keep you.

I know it's rude to get drunk at someone else's birthday party, but it's been a long time since I've been able to drink to my heart's content like this. No need to worry about the children, no need to worry about shells falling on our heads out of nowhere, and no need to worry about what may come tomorrow.

Am I imagining things, or is there something sealed away in your mind too? Something chaotic and complex, no less than the knowledge passed down through generations of K'uk'ulkan... Promise me, Doctor, that whatever it is, you will not allow it to take control of your life and replace it.