Huh? You sure? What did I ever do to make you think I'm some kind of loyal bodyguard, who wants to serve you all day and all heartily? Getting cold feet? Sorry, but I've accepted your request. Remember, it was you choice, Doctor.

You heard? Ines and Hoederer are actually gonna open a shop in Kazdel. I know the places they've been looking at, they're all shitheaps. But I guess my li'l revenant here could help mop the floors with his party tricks? His opinion? Lemme ask. Oh, he's fine with that.

Theresa and Amiya... Both of them love gazing off into the distance like that. I went and had a look myself, but there's nothing special out there. What are they always staring at? I'm gonna figure it out someday.

I haven't had a day of peace ever since I picked up this grumpy hunk of scrap metal. Can you imagine what it feels like to have an old, undying geezer babbling on about the past, right into your ear, day in and day out? Oh, you do? Well, well, guess misery loves company, Doctor.

You wanna work with my team? Do I look like a girl who'd fall for the same trick twice? Yeah, yeah, save the explanations. You know what you did. But be warned, my mercs pick their own roads now. While I'm gonna take out the scumbags who dare treat us like pawns. Should I start with you, Doctor?

How many Sarkaz mercs just like me has Her Highness seen? Does she really remember all their names...? Whatever. Mine is the only one she picked herself. Oi! Say my name, Doctor. Wiš'adel. Not some codename picked out of a pile of stiffs anymore. It's. My. Name.

Tch, how dare that little bunny bossing me around. She thinks I'm gonna go along with it and be her errand girl, just 'cause she gives me that gentle look? Drop it. No one can be a second Theresa. Even that bunny does have some... some... Whatever. At least Rhodes Island's still moving, and all the naive dumbasses haven't died out yet.

You seriously think we're getting along? Wanna guess what it is I'm holding right here? Hmph, relax, it's fear you're gonna bear for what you did. Wouldn't be much fun to cash this thing out that easy. So, when are you gonna let your guard down again, Doctor? I'm really looking forward. To. It.

Evil spirit'… is the current you still qualified for that title? Doesn't matter how mysterious the soul boxed up in your little frame there is. You're a lot more... honest, than I thought. And I'd much rather put up with an idiot, than waste my time with scum.

You can sleep when I'm around, huh? How about we make sure you don't ever wake up?

Wiš'a... del. I sign my name here, right? Her Highness says this name means 'wishing for a home.' I don't make wishes, though. Huh? My handwriting sucks? Screw you, who are you to judge.

You don't have to prove anything to me with your videos. We'll see how you take advantage of people's lives. We'll see closely.

Can't you come up with something new, Doctor? Other than this useless little garbage? Why don't you, say— have Kal'tsit sing me a song? Or if that's not sincere enough, you could join in, gimme a duet?

I don't have the energy to waste on saving this land. I just wanna kick in the Military Commission's front door and make Lateran Candles outta the guys inside, then blow 'em sky high, spreading out into the Babel logo with fifteen different colors. I'll send you an invite to the show. It's gonna be one for the ages, I gua-ran-tee.

If I die here, use the pension to buy some roast potatoes for the gang! Hahaha.

Somebody's not happy with me as captain? Sounds like a you problem.

Aw. These wonderful days just never end.

Whose turn is it to get blown to bits today?

The revenant's babbling again. Son-of-a-gun's got a filthy mouth.

So you racked your brain, then came up with a plan of plopping me here? Bravo.

Wow, looks awfully dangerous. You call me out for this?

Trash the mission briefing. I know what you want.

Poor little guy. It's your unlucky day.

Now now, wait in line. We got plenty for everyone.

Always so focused on the ground. But have you forgotten... to look ABOVE?

Boom! Who says there's always a countdown?

What a thrilling battle. Now what does this Doctor standing next to me think, looking out over the battlefield? Nah, save it. I'm not all that interested.

Do you like my nails? Guess what I used to paint them.

You're not happy with the results, Doctor? How about we blow the whole place up, burn everything for a bonfire? Wouldn't that light you up? No? Shame.

That was pathetic, Doctor. We might just die here today. It's what we deserved, right? Hahaha— You scared? Then follow me close. Step only where I step. Otherwise... Today might actually be the end.

If no one's gonna do anything about this door, I'll just fix it myself. Hey, revenant, get the hell out here and start working.

Finally ready to die?

What's up? You bored? I got some fun things we could do. But don't blame me if you end up— dead.

Arknights.

New Year's? Guy like you even celebrate the New Year? Hehehe. Oh yeah, you know I love to party. I even left gifts for everybody, all in your name, Doctor. And soon, things will be a blast... literally.

Oh joy, there's your face again, Doctor. What a great start for the day.

No matter what, this place's never gonna be Babel again… You know, I hate morons who can't stop nagging about the good old days. So why don't we talk about what to blow up tomorrow?