I won't refuse if you insist, but my poor vision makes it difficult for me to handle clerical work.

The Engineering Department is very interested in my weapon. I wish I could explain how it works, but all I know is that it requires high-purity gem crystals to run. I have ways to acquire gem scraps, but cutting a precious stone of great value into pieces works the same.

My gosh, briefing documents again? You're not lacking in manpower or technology. My advice would be to avoid spending time and effort on roundabout things... Oh, you didn't bring documents. Then I must express my gratitude. I don't want to be gazing at graphs or designs anymore. It hurts my eyes.

Whistle? Oh, it was me whistling a Leithanian tune. My sincerest apologies, this place just makes me feel relaxed, and it wasn't my... You seem to be fine with it? Strange... to my knowledge, every spire-dweller feels insulted when they hear the sound, and even the mildest scholar would lose his temper when a child whistles at them on the streets.

I've lived with the Infected since I was little, so it was only natural that I would get Oripathy myself... Well, Rhodes Island doesn't seem to accept that explanation. Then how do you like the story of a single explosion at the quarry that also collapsed many futures? A story too fanciful to believe, don't you think?

I may have underestimated you, Doctor. Tell me, would you like to bet on me? Betting on whether I'm worth trusting, betting on what tricks I have up my sleeves, betting on if I'm more than an infected. Of course, should you have a change of mind, I'll get back and continue to work on my worthless stone.

I'm not interested in talking about the past. As you can see, my lab was destroyed, and all traces cut off. I no longer have to put a price on gems with blood on them... all of which have put my mind at ease, in fact. I no longer have to imagine the gems being cut into pieces, after all.

I don't know when I'll return to Leithanien, but I would like to invite you for my next operation. There won't be any cooperation, nor do I intend to share my plans... but I'll ask you to keep your eyes on me, to witness all that I do. You're the only one who can see through me, aren't you? Come then.

I can take you to the top of any spire in Leithanien. How does that sound? You'd understand me there. The scent of the wind is clean at the top... and that's all. That's all that young boy in the gem mine longed for.

If you fall asleep, then nothing here can pique my interest.

Which name card would you like: the one in my left hand, or the one in my right...? Diamante, gemologist. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Don't worry, there's no target here worth my attention, even if you picked the other card.

A practical video, free from excessive narration and trite background music.

Thanks. I don't normally collect medals for the purpose of displaying status, but if you insist, I will place it at the top of my collection to demonstrate my respect for you.

Steal a piece of bread, go to jail. Offend a noble, get beaten. Steal a priceless treasure, and you get to stand at the top of the tallest spire. Be my guest, Doctor, and come watch my show, watch the audience cheer. Will it bring you joy, or sorrow?

Colluding with me is not something to be done lightly.

One wrong step, and we'll pay a heavy price. I expect perfect teamwork from you.

As promised.

What do you possess that's mine to take?

As you wish.

This is the only value of gemstones.

To all my enemies: I will Crack. You. Down.

I shall have the honor to pulverize what you treasure.

Will you cheer for me? I can't help but wonder!

How will you struggle? How will you hold on to what you have?

When will I strike, and take what you cherish the most?

Who has not earned their end?

I shared my life with you. Repay that debt, and tell me what fruit our efforts have born. Tell me what's the rewards of valor.

We can leave now. I'm sure no witnesses escaped.

A gem loses its value when flawed with impurities and cracks. You might as well dispose of it.

Are you still alive? Good. We all have our share of misfortune, but now you've had your stakes back, which you can risk on the line in the next game. Allow me to congratulate you on that.

What assessment would you like from me? It's the only place I can call home for now. I don't dare to be critical.

Of course, it's your prerogative.

If I may interest you with a grind such as gem polishing, then please, take the seat to my opposite.

Arknights.

Should I hang this up on that wall over there...? Don't look at me like that, I just want to have a good holiday season. I always hope for good things to happen when a new year comes around, even though I know that nothing ever changes without sacrifice.

Greetings, Doctor. Do you need something appraised?

I laugh at those people who put such value on a rock, but I couldn't laugh at you, because you truly want to prove that even an Infected life is worth something. It's a notion as absurd as I am, and one would find it hard to... refute.