Here are the documents. If that's all, I'll be going... The stain on that sheet? Oh, that's, uh... I guess I did spill something when I was having a couple of drinks last night. Haha... Damn, I put it in the middle of the stack, how'd you catch it...?

Do cultured folks like you even drink? Come, come, let's take a swig together, okay? Climb the hills in the dark, cross the desert in a storm. Now we gather in the oasis, drinking all the finest booze… Hehehe, oh, my friend, let's return to our homeland…

Why are you all wrapped up like that on such a warm day? You'll be drenched in sweat. Hey you! Yes, you! Why don't you take off that jacket? A true warrior isn't afraid to show the results of hard training!

'Operator'? No, I'm a warrior of Rhodes Island. Don't worry, it's not because I can't let go of the past, but because I want to defend the present. I'll train new warriors for you... same as I was taken in and raised back on the sands.

I once took in some war orphans. They begged me to teach them how to use a sword to get revenge. I agreed, and they succeeded, but at the cost of their lives… Many years ago, the chief taught me that the sword is only for protection.

The war took the lives of everyone in my tribe. My friends blocked blows with their bodies, and the chief's blood dripped onto my head... Me and the other children set out on a path of revenge. I'm the only one left. No one and nothing else. Only me.

The mark I'm drawing on your forearm? It's a 'bite mark'. Look, I have one too. The chief carved it into my skin herself. She said that those who have undergone the trial of blood and pain become the bravest warriors. The mark brings us strength.

I've taken plenty of hits both in battle and in the mines, but not many left marks. I used to think I was lucky, but now I wish I wasn't. I want the scars to help me remember certain people and things. Death brings back nothing, you know. I have to stay alive, and carry them myself.

Is it snowing on that peak...? Ohh... Guess what, Doctor? I had a dream last night about sleeping in the chief's arms when I was first taken in. She stroked my forehead gently, and her palm was like the sun-scorched sand, warm and rough. They've never seen the snow. Now I see it for them.

It's a beautiful day out there. I had a good nap, and a good dream, for once.

I choose to stand here, and so the land beneath my feet is my home.

No need, I'll grab my weapon and shield and head to the training grounds.

It's a warrior's duty, no need to thank me... Wha? Blushing? Of course I'm not blushing. How could you even tell I'm blushing through my tan?

Thanks, Doctor... I'll take this medal back to my homeland. The spring there has dried up, but it will continue to bless me, and they will know that I'm still fighting.

Love, friends, hearth. That's what a warrior lives for.

Warriors! Your courage will bring glory.

Don't eat too much before a battle, unless you want to throw it all up.

Now we fight!

I'm well prepared!

My sword is honed.

You're not getting past me!

I see them.

Victory or death!

We will defend our home!

The enemy will never see our backs!

Raise your weapons and shields! Not one step back!

This is the home that we defend. This is where they die.

The invaders' swords cut their own throats. An end they deserve.

Haha, it is an honor to die defending my home.

My homeland, my friends, my love... they're all waiting for me.

The heck? No alcohol here...? Huh? What's that in my mug? It's just some b… umm... bubbly barley juice.

Hey! Hands off.

Hahaha! Oh, I hate being tickled…

Arknights.

The strongest liquor for the bravest warrior. This one is mine, Doctor. If you really want it... devour this whole roasted game, and you'll be our hero for the day!

Yo, Doctor, you sure you don't need to sun a bit?

I made this drinking horn out of the sands of my tribal homeland. A new warrior blows her victory horn after her first battle, celebrating her arrival into the world.

It's hard to describe what I felt when I first saw Rhodes Island sail by in the distance, the rumbling of the ship and the tremor of the sands... it's like my chief was whispering in my ear: You've found another place worth fighting for.