I'd appreciate it if you let me keep a bit of distance... There's a smell on me I can't get off, no matter how hard I try.

I got this coat from a certain sergeant. Death had already come for her at the time. Her expression was softening, her breathing getting shallower and shallower. I held her hand, and waited... Waited until her head nodded a bit. I helped her close her eyes, and then completed our trade.

Excuse me, Doctor, could you check if this is the right way to record birth and death dates? Oh, don't worry, nobody died. This is for me, in case something happens to me one day. If someone manages to find this, then I'll at least have a decent tombstone or marker... A lot better than an unmarked brick at least.

There was another girl with me getting treatment in Medical. She had a familiar scent on her. Her flame of life burned even dimmer than mine... But she didn't seem to mind at all, just humming happily to herself. What gave her the strength? I envy her.

Rhodes Island is always rushing from one conflict to another. I used to be like that too. The difference is, you do it to save people... I was doing it just to save myself.

Doctor, the operators who made the ultimate sacrifice... their dorms are just as they left them, as if their owners had just stepped out for a minute. This huge ship carries so much that has already passed on... How are you able to hold such a clear course...? As if none of you doubt anything?

Cantabile taught me to read some of the words in the book today. 'The warm soil uplifts the mist, the branches trace light's brows, and fowlbeasts sing in the dawnlight.' I wanted to know where I could find a place like this, so I asked her... But she went quiet on me. Maybe... it's just someone's imagination.

There's this one particularly ugly type of fowlbeast, big as a human child, with a scary cry. Flocks of them storm onto battlefields, looking for food. When I was a kid, I'd get into fights with them and end up with bruises all over. But, once I grew up, I lost the guts to face them, let alone look them in the eye.

The longer you live in a war, the more you end up forgetting. I can't remember the faces of a lot of those who've died, but new faces appear in front of me every day... If the war ever ends, then I'll finally be able to remember them all. That's why I'm prepared to follow you and your ideals.

I don't like watching people sleep, but... your heartbeat is steady, and that puts me at ease...Rest, Doctor.

I'm just a girl who cleans up war zones. If you need me for anything, please call me by the name… Lutonada.

So, this is one way to prevent people from dying...

I've got a vague idea of what a 'promotion' is. A sergeant wears sturdier clothes than a footman, and carries more valuables... I appreciate it a lot, Doctor…

Tell me, does this mean I get to keep on walking this path with you?

Your faith in me... I'll etch it into my heart...

No more lives will be lost in vain…

Before the flames of war can spread…

No more tears...

I'll go.

I can do this.

I'm here.

As you say.

Your lives are safe in my hands.

I'll be your fortress.

I'll handle this on my own.

Until my last breath…

This place is not for any of you to clean up. Go home, and enjoy a good night's sleep.

Preventing conflict provides more solace than mourning.' ...These words only made sense after living through them firsthand.

They might've gotten away, but they won't want to bleed again. Not a bad end to things.

I vow to lead everyone off the battlefield.

It's nice, clean, and quiet here... just like the inside of a coffin.

Did you need me? I'm here, as always.

Ah, I'm sorry... I won't sleep under the bed again.

Arknights.

Did something happen today? Everyone looks so happy… New Year's? A once-a-year occasion? Alright. I used to have to live every day as if it was my last. Never could've imagined that I'd be celebrating a special one.

Stay healthy, Doctor. Live a life.

The medic says my condition has stabilized, and that I've been approved to travel outside. Doctor, do you think... I should try looking for other kinds of work? Not for the dead, but for the living.