You keep the place so messy but find what you need anyway? *sigh* Well, that's also a talent, I guess.

Doctor, am I able to file for exemption from paperwork? I have a bad case of farsightedness. It's a lot of strain to read, and fatigue strikes easily.

I'm a repressed sort, not talkative. If you're not entertained, you can head out for now. No, I don't mean to drive you off, I just...

I don't need to be issued a scope. In my crossbow's killing range, my naked eye sees clearly enough.

My bolt points are a custom make. They pierce armor and cause massive blood loss in a short time. They're based on what Sargon hunters specially use to hunt big beasts, then I made modifications after coming to Victoria. Now they fly lighter, and kill harder.

The merc business is tough, absolutely. Sometimes I'd be in the snow and an entire day would pass on my watch, and my feet would be frostbitten by the end. I appreciate your look of concern, but it was fine. Even lucky. My left foot hurt less when it was frozen.

Why I like snow, you wonder? Let me think... Does never seeing it in Sargon count? Heh, it's not really that deep. People always have their inexplicable fancies.

...If it's alright for me to ask, could you read the poem in this book to me, Doctor? I borrowed it from Istina. She says it's a fine poem, about winter in Deity Grypherburg.

Do you know what's most precious? Someone to peacefully watch the snow with. Maybe I've met one at some point before, but who knows? Once the snow descends, it covers all traces of anything, including the fading footprints.

How about a mug of hot water? You seem a little pale.

Hello, Doctor, I'm Totter. Long-range sniping's my specialty. You can leave any task to me as long as it's a workday.

Hold on, Doctor, it's too close. Let me put on my glasses and try again.

If you're pleased with my work, then I couldn't ask for more.

Thank you, Doctor, but your appreciation actually leaves me at a loss. Err. If I'm being honest, I don't have big dreams for my work.

Orders ASAP, please.

Everyone, please coordinate. Thanks in advance.

Let's move. Time waits for nobody.

They're fast on the move, but I can still read their tracks.

Foggy today. Bad luck.

Great luck. Got a tail wind today.

I see clouds rising. Probable hostiles in the snow.

I see fowl taking off. Probable ambush in the grass.

Come out. Stop hiding!

I see you.

Stop moving.

It won't be any use.

The best kills are one-shot. Less pain for them.

Target down. Mission clear, no setbacks.

*Tut*, not my best shot.

Sorry, Doctor, target's out of range. I can't hit them.

Nice. Luxurious compared to my safehouse.

Speak. I'm all ears.

Doctor, is that you? You're blurry, but you've got distinct footsteps. I can tell them apart.

Arknights.

I saw all the snow outside when I came today. One vast blanket over the deck, it's beautiful. You should go take a look. Oh, right, Happy New Year.

Hello.

Nothing complicated went into me leaving home. I just wanted to live somewhere it snows in winter. How about you, Doctor? Have you gotten what you want, on the move all these years?