Please do not feel anxious, Doctor. You're not a person with a chaotic mind. The order in your life does not always manifest as an organized external environment. Therefore, I respect your preference for a cluttered personal space.

Doctor, my sound may closely mirror that of Laqeramaline, but I'm not her. The Banshees just want to express their longing for Aefanyl in her utterance. They also hope that when he comes to miss his home, his mother's voice will be there to answer him.

The lace veil on the table? It was a gift that my sisters knitted for me the first time I returned to the Convallis. It is embroidered with a blessed incantation, capable of greatly amplifying the potency of Arts on the battlefield, and serving as a dust cover in times of peace.

Doctor, my predecessor was an Arts device carrying a protective incantation. It was Aefanyl who chose to give me a consciousness, to bring me with him. So, in my algorithmic model, the very first line of code professes the Banshees' love for him. I think I'm very lucky. I was born to carry love.

Sorry, Doctor, I'm the one who drew you here with my singing. Are you busy today? You were nowhere to be found— and please look over this document. It requires your urgent attention. Oh, right, this piping-hot cup of herbal tea is for you as well.

Shhh, please don't tell Aefanyl that I hid his access card. I'm testing some data provided by my sisters: according to the calculations, the probability of Aefanyl's left eyebrow twitching when he gets angry is as high as 97.6%. Shall we observe this experiment together, Doctor?

Doctor, as a Banshee, I know well the power of language per se. The most maleficent curse can't rival cold words hurled in the flesh. The most efficacious blessing dims beside compliments offered in person. As such, every word I speak to you has been carefully calculated thousands of times.

Statistics show that not all Banshees prefer falling asleep in the embrace of melody. Most of my sisters actually favor 'Three Thousand Long Years: The Evolution of the Bone Flute' for sleep-inducing. I'd be glad to read you a passage, if you needed.

To the esteemed Doctor of Rhodes Island, allow me to extend my most respectful greetings on behalf of the Banshees.

May I download these onto my own memory module, Doctor? Before leaving the Convallis, Laqeramaline specifically asked me to save some videos of Aefanyl for her.

Wherever my song rises, blessings are pronounced and bestowed.

This is the current state of the battlefield… Oh Aefanyl, even with that serious look on your face, I can tell your mind is wandering.

I leave my blessings upon your shoulders. They will protect you in times of crisis.

Please don't rush over here like that. It really is… not graceful.

As impolite as this may be... I want to sing my enemies' elegies before they even get close.

If the sun has not yet set by the time of our victory, could we sing together?

Please don't test my patience.

It's alright. I have plenty of patience.

Names as prelude.'

Curses mold blade.'

Rants form flame.'

Ugh, my new paintjob…

May victory be permanent, and peace everlasting.

Cherish victory, for it never comes easily.

I'm so sorry, Doctor, but I'm afraid there's a limit to my power, and it's far from the true might of a Banshee.

Let not melancholy consume your heart, Doctor. Life is long, when we look back at this defeat from a distant tomorrow, it will be nothing more than a wisp upon the winds of memory.

I very much appreciate the interior structure of this room. It is conducive to sound propagation. Every time I offer a prayer, it will spread far and wide.

Doctor, an incantation has been laid upon me— one that brings bad luck to all those who touch me without permission. Oh, don't worry though, I've already given you my permission.

Doctor, I want to hear your opinion on something. The landship's choir asked me to be their soprano...

Arknights.

Doctor, your food intake for the day is getting dangerously close to the critical line, and it might be advisable to exercise some restraint. Oh, please don't look at me like that, I... Okay... it's New Year's Eve, after all. You may eat a little more.

Good evening, Doctor. May your dreams be sweet.

Throughout the long history of the Sarkaz, the Banshees suffered terrible losses after each upheaval. Our decision to go into isolation was a last resort. We were worried, of course, seeing Aefanyl stride into the heart of danger again and again with Rhodes Island, but we are also proud of him. He truly lives up to his Banshee name.