Hmm, is this the Doctor's room? Painfully sterile. Reminds me of Sargon's monotonous hilly terrain. Wouldn't hurt to install a game console, would it?

Dr.{@nickname}, I feel something resonating between us. Weird, right? Is it because we both have so much untapped potential? But you've forgotten your past. Feels like freedom to you? Or just another level of pain?

I take greater pride in natural wisdom than indoctrinated knowledge, Dr.{@nickname}! With Rhodes Island on my side, both you and I will grow ever-closer to the Great Truth. Hey, don't avert your gaze. Oh, are you feeling a touch... embarrassed?

'I wish to bridge the gap to the other side.' That was once a code phrase used to contact me. The bridge connects two lands, transferring wisdom and imbuing power... Hey, let me finish. Turning away mid-sentence? How terribly discourteous!

Rhodes Island is home to some folk devoid of aesthetic sensibility. A disguise isn't just a superficial layer, but an art of meticulous refinement. Without careful cultivation, one merely appears... disheveled. You think my clothing looks tattered? Ha! You simply fail to comprehend my nuanced style...

Do you believe weapons have souls? The things they've experienced, the hands that have wielded them, and the reasons they've been swung... No! These aren't souls. For a weapon, any belief or meaning is externally imposed. Tell me, are we the weapons, or are we the ones imposing souls onto others?

A genius? Do such beings truly exist...? In Sargon, most craftsmen appear to me as mere apprentices still learning to walk, tinkering with metal. Yet, walk long enough, and even they may traverse the entire path.

Do you need my help refining a weapon? My skills are best kept hidden under a bushel. 'Enabling universal weapon access is tantamount to creating war'—this self-imposed shackle I must bear. Or... do you seek the key to unlock chaos across the land?

You know who I am? And my past? No, you don't, and you shouldn't. I maintain anonymity precisely to bury the past behind me. Forget it all, and let this skin I've shed sink into the depths of the deserts.

I don't mind this kind of peace and quiet.

I know precisely what you seek, Doctor of Rhodes Island! Your thirst for truth and power is palpable. And I, Sesa, am willing to bestow that very strength upon you... Woah, hold on! Don't throw me out! I'm here to apply for a position!

This weapon's output... I see…

...You wish for greater power? Don't draw any unnecessary attention before the time is right. Otherwise, it'll be waaay too dangerous.

'The bridge connects, the ammunition embodies wisdom, the weapon expresses will, and harmony manifests equality.' Do you wish to shatter the misty veil obscuring the Truth? Perhaps I can lend you a touch of power... just a little bit.

The 'bridge' yearns… for those weapons in your hands... May I take a closer look?

Let me guide you... Just apply this oil to the bolt slot of your crossbow. Make sure you apply it evenly.

Cohorts, it's time to show the results of our efforts. Just remember, handle the weapons with the utmost care.

The battlefield destroys both weapon and wielder.

My arm is trembling...

Set me free! I'm supposed to yell that now, right?

At long last...

Doom, shall descend!

Free the weapon from its shell...

Souls! Resonate as one!

I shall be your doom! I'm allowed to say stuff like that, right?

How can you ever understand the suffering of the victims?

Such agony inevitably accompanies a fierce battle, but the weapon in hand never lies. It sings of victory!

You are a bit too dependent upon my powers. Speak no more, same deal: a cup of black tea with two sugar cubes.

To escape the malediction of a weapon is, for both sides, perhaps a blessing.

No matter how far we run, the weapons will lie in wait, until the day they eradicate us.

The Great Truth demands an equally great space to house it! Wait, no, I don't need a room this big...

Watch out! I... I'm still not able to fully control my powers!

Wanna hear a story? I know many old tales.

Arknights.

A brand new year already. When will the day finally arrive that we brush with the truth... My tone's off? Right, I'm still rehearsing. Stop it, I know, I'll see you at the party soon.

Hey Doctor!

Since today is your birthday, I shall share a secret incantation. Speak it, and you may unchain my true power... Actually, never mind. Dr.{@nickname}, you already know exactly what I'm capable of, don't you?

I understand your craving, on this day of retrospection, for ancient tales from the golden sands of Sargon, and truths that belong to the future... Hey now, don't go. I truly wished to share these stories, even if I failed... Never mind. Care for some tea?