Greetings, Doctor... Is there anything you'd like to discuss?

You look quite pale... You say your chest hurts? Don't overwork yourself, please get some rest. Don't be afraid, I'm right beside you. Everything will be okay...

You've seen my healing Arts somewhere before?... That must have been your imagination. Yes, our memories do deceive us on occasion…

'Confessarius?' Where did you learn this word? My apologies, but I'm afraid I cannot continue this topic.

We Sarkaz combined our inherent Arts affinity with the power of Originium to develop new healing Arts, we've been doing this for quite some time to succour those who drag themselves in the mire.

Now, you ask? Now we have nothing left. That war bereaved us of all hope.

Who is Nearl to me? Well... She's a travel companion, and I trust her with my very life.

There are those who will sacrifice their all to deliver others from their pain. And Nearl, she is just the kind.

Once upon a time, I followed someone who shone bright as the beacon of hope, until wicked machinations took the light away. But this time, the incandescence will cease nevermore, even at the cost of my life...

This quiet… it reminds me of my time back home.

I am Shining, the roaming medic. I look familiar to you? It is possible our paths have crossed.

The power to merely heal wounds... is not enough.

A medic's hand cannot reach all those in need.

Yes. I must be more than a medic—I will live on as a guardian. As has always been my goal. Doctor, please bear witness to my oath.

To the battlefield, are we not?

A battle for our own delieverence, is it not?

War, ever inevitable.

May the war grant us the redemption we seek... or will it?

Let's begin.

Yes, I'm listening.

Flourish, or perish.

'Tis but a flash in the drift of time.

Your life is mine to protect.

Fear not.

Grief, ever echoes in our souls.

Agony, ever etched on our hearts.

Our wills and spirits are ever burning against the fiercest enemies.

No matter the sins, all will fall to ashes with lives at the end of time.

Return not to the battlefields. You will find no redemption here.

Victory and loss... are insignificant moments in an endless cycle.

I will be fine, so long as I have a quiet place to be alone.

Yes? What is it?

It's been some time since I've known such serenity. I can even hear your heartbeat.

Arknights.

Fireworks... beautiful. I used to be one buried in research, pitting myself against death, lingering about the battlefield, and no more. Now, I have myself a moment of rest in which to gaze up at the night sky... Life's turns truly surpass anyone's expectations.

How are you feeling today, Doctor?

Chaos still arises without respite across this land, and the most we can do is save the wounded. The peace Rhodes Island has brought me is one I've never chanced to feel before. But, Doctor, the road ahead still stretches afar, and those oldest dreams of mine, I still continue in the wake of.