I'm sorry, but the pen scratching you hear is just me engaging in shorthanding... to put it another way, I'm helping myself to think. I'm busy with Joint Marine Corps affairs, so I'm afraid I can't help you tackle your paperwork.

It's been difficult explaining how my launcher works to the Sankta operators, and when I asked them about their guns, their eccentric answers only confused me more. Hm? I shouldn't lose heart? You're overthinking it, how could I be discouraged from just that? The reason I'm here is precisely for the sea and land to understand each other.

Coffee, tea, cocoa... These land stimulants have a novel taste to them. They're not very effective, but it's fine. This way I get to try many types of them. How many cups have I had today? This is number eight. The Seaborn swarm is still on the move, and HQ may reach out at any time, so I have to stay alert.

Doctor, there's no fresh information from Ægir on this sketch board. These wavy lines and small squares are just my thought process. As for what they mean exactly, it's very hard to explain. Hm? If this part means 'signal strength'? You... can read it?

Unfortunately, I didn't manage to become an Abyssal Hunter, but that's not the only way Ægir fights the Seaborn. We have the Hunters, the Waterway—and many more in the future. My current position dictates I no longer be affiliated with any projects, but that does not imply my duties are lighter, even in the slightest.

Our nation is not a machine, but an organic system. The gears do not spin on their own, yet every single cell, even if it loses the system's protection, will fight to the end for the organism's survival... This is what I defend and firmly believe in, nothing more.

Irene invited me to a ball last time, but I'm unfamiliar with the way land dwellers dance. I thought a direct refusal would be rude, so I didn't answer at all. Yet, it seemed to make her even more disappointed... Um? I can dance however I want? Then I'll join them next time. I may shoulder heavy responsibilities, but there's no harm in engaging in appropriate and beneficial recreation.

Drop the act, I know who was just in here. As long as you're not the one he's contacting—no, even if it is you— Tch, forget it, I've already neglected my duties by not reporting him immediately, not to mention our current situation. Anyway, I'd like you to tell him this for me—he may be a genius, but he is a terrible mess as a teacher.

The Abyssal Hunters have returned, surprisingly, and the Waterway has been opened somehow. Those are certainly not what I expected as watchman, but they are gratifying enough. Doctor, I stand here now watching over you as well, and look forward to seeing how you'll transform this war.

Doctor, contacts from Ægir will be here anytime. If you're not awake by then, I will inject you with a nerve activiting solution. Oh, I will try to wake you up first.

Dr. {@nickname}, I'm glad to meet you on land. We're fighting the same war, and that is why I stand before you now.

I'm adapting myself to land-based warfare and combat styles.

I'm grateful for your recognition. The promotion ceremony has ended, right? Perfect, I have some new Joint Marine documents to look through together.

Praise in a perilous time often means even heavier responsibilities. I'm prepared, Doctor.

I'll intercept the tides. It is Ægir's duty to keep them off the land.

I'll synchronize everyone with our battle plans promptly. If there's anything you find hard to understand, don't worry. Ægir guarantees your lives are the paramount priority.

Our fleet is in position. I'll guide us to our designated spot.

Hmph. Detritus.

Toxic finspine launcher, ready to fire.

I'm in position.

Please gather behind my shield.

The air is so dry... no, it's nothing.

Don't misunderstand, you're not even threats to me.

Be glad you're only facing the Sea Patrol, not our regular army.

Did you just beg for mercy? Couldn't hear you over all that shelling.

Requesting more firepower—Gah, I'll do it myself.

Your results surpassed my expectations, even in such difficult circumstances. Do you have time to tell me what was on your mind? There are some parts of your plan I still don't understand...

An exemplary show of command.

This result... isn't entirely unacceptable. Only, the enemies we let go, may not necessarily let us go in turn.

I take it you're just having a bad day, but our enemies hope you stay like that for good. You need to pull yourself together.

I still have Sea Patrol work to deal with, so I can't always be at Rhodes Island. If you need anything from me, raise a request and I'll get to it promptly.

Casual chats aren't my strong suit. Find someone else to talk to.

If you really want to know how I think while writing shorthand, I can explain it to you.

Arknights.

You people flip through this printed product every day or month, treat it with great importance, and even celebrate when you switch it out for another... Can I have a look? Oh... it's called 'paper calendar'? Hmm... so land dwellers celebrate the first day of every year. I will record this in my cultural exchange notes.

Reporting in, Doctor.

I had lots of worries before I came ashore. My concerns have been validated, yet I feel even more confident. Why? Because I see a universal tenacity shared by land and sea. You face Catastrophes as Ægir fights the Seaborn—we will never surrender.