You want me to do file collation work...? These documents of yours all look dusty. I don't want to touch them. And how was your office even planned in the first place? Did you genuinely not feel personally, utterly disgusted leaving this cabinet here?

I propose swapping for more corrosion-proof materials next time you do maintenance on the ship's core structure. Why? Because when all's said and done, it's not you or me that'll be left behind. It's this landship's skeleton. That's what's going to endure. That's what will stand for us.

You've got some planning work for me? I'll ask to review my partners' design styles first. As long as they aren't too complex about it, I might be able to accept—okay, okay, fine, I'll do it, I'll take it, it's not as if collaborations are some big deal. Besides, it's not that you have disastrous taste.

What is it... Ah, darn it, the pencil smudged my belt again. I just got it replaced... Last time it was Gavial, saying she'd get me a new one of the same look. As if! The emblem on the clasp was straight from my designs, and obviously she didn't even give those an honest look!

I know, I'll go to the infirmary in a bit. I don't want to interrupt my thought process at the moment. And you know, Doctor, the moment is the exact thing I most value—you called Gavial in? Was she on duty at the Medical Department today? You can't fool—hello, Gavial, no no, I wasn't just working on any designs.

I used to appreicate a fan base of one, one who can truly see to the core of my designs, rather than having a crowd of followers with their superfacial admiration. For me, the latter holds absolutely no significance. But now… I suppose it's not all bad to let the masses see them. Discussion swirling around my work means I'm still alive.

Why do I tend not to greet anyone? Because once I do, I have to make small talk, and that forces me to crane my head up to speak with them, which makes me seem insignificant. We should be seeing eye-to-eye, on EQUAL footing... Are you asking if it weighs on me? As if! It just makes my neck ache.

I was genuinely full of anxiety back then. I always felt I didn't have enough time, though I'd never even accomplished a thing. But nowadays, I've gotten to the point where I can appreciate my own designs. The only thing is, it's been years since I last saw my teacher. I wonder if he'd be proud of me?

A close look is all it takes to unearth the core sense of a man from his work. Just like how I used to disdain anything superfluous. I treated my own life in the same way. Doctor, an artwork is a microcosm of its creator's life. Yours, I can understand.

Hmm. Such a counter-conventional sleeping posture, such a complex yet stable load-bearing structure... miraculous. Is this not going to give you neck arthritis?

I'm Operator Minimalist, freshly dragged here by Gavial. So this is what a nomadic landship's like? You must have a much easier time avoiding Catastrophes than we do underground. Hmph, the only thing in those fools' heads is merrily drinking their lives away—ow, Gavial, what did you hit me for?!

...If it's not architecture-related, I don't want to see it.

A medal? Decently tasteful. You just give this to me, and that's it, right? I've absolutely no need for any sort of commendation ceremonies, and I imagine you don't like to waste time anyway. But I will—ahem—thank you for acknowledging me.

Everyone's experiences are different, and the significance lying behind my works will be out of sight to most... but there are some, like you, like my mentor, that I hope can understand.

If Gavial's going, I'm not.

You want me for captain? What are you even... You're joking, aren't you? Hey!

Hm... alright, let me be clear, I don't have any prior combat experience. However, I am going to take this mission seriously.

Instrument debugging complete. I can begin any time.

I am aware. Don't push me.

If you break anything, you're paying!

Instrument is operating fine. Now scanning terrain.

So this... is war.

Keep away!

We're not here to be courteous.

I just don't get you people...

What a waste of time.

Huh. You're mightier than you let on, aren't you?

*cough* *cough* *cough*... There's so much dust—it's filthy. Gah.

What are you looking at me for? You want me to chase them?

Snap out of it! Get running!

I don't want to open my eyes . I'm worried the interior design is going to scare the life out of me.

Hold on, I'm busy.

Phew... what time is it? No, what day of the week? Er... did I eat anything yet? I don't think I did...?

Arknights.

Ah, this is the calendar you keep on the surface. I've heard of it. The significance in a holiday like this to commemorate a year's end—it's such an improvement over those days of pure idle indulgence... So another year's already passed. Be sure to cherish your time well, Doctor.

Doctor, sitting for too long can leave you prone to neck arthritis. I suggest you watch out for yourself.

My life is doomed to be as short as it is. How could I ever reconcile with that? I find it genuinely difficult to keep calm... not that you—need to console me. If I was truly that weak, then I wouldn't be standing here right now.