Where It All Went Wrong (before battle)
Heathcliff!
Tsk... and it was just starting to get interesting.
<... What are you going to do, Heathcliff?!>
Obvious, innit? I'm going to get Cathy out of there. Out of that experiment pod, a machine, a coffin... whatever it is.
<But what about...>
But what about all those people in the glass pods...?
... Don't think you can stop me with your meaningless pleas.
You already know what a heartless bastard I am. You know how much I've been waiting for this moment.
Heathcliff...
W-wait. Give us some time. There has to be a way to shut down the power supply.
Then we'll pick up the Golden Bough from this coffin, then -
DON'T! Don't lecture me! Don't you even try. Do you really think you can change my mind?
…….
... Maybe this is the time to beat the sense back into him, like we discussed earlier on the bus.
And that's when...
I knew it... You were all nothing but a band of thieves, eh...? Coming to pilfer my home...
Mister Hindley...!
You. What order did you give to the Dead Rabbits?
... Boss.
Where have you been this whole time? Do you even have any idea the state the Dead Rabbits are in?
Not to mention the rumor I heard. They said that the Dead Rabbits were long -
Woah, Heathcliff. Take it easy, lad.
This was my home, dammit...
I nearly had that game. It was mine! If only that bloody bastard hadn't gotten that card...
But... Mister Hindley.
I did advise you that such problems require a deeper consideration.
When everything suddenly starts going wrong in your life...
... the cause has got to be lurkin' somewhere, hidin' out of your sight.
... Right. I've given it some thought.
I've given some thought to when or where everything went wrong.
And I see it now. The cause of all this misery...
It's because of that thing that everything went wrong.
…….
That day... that one bloody windy winter night.
When some lowlife, vagrant child arrived at my home, before my eyes, with the broken pieces of my violin.
That's when everything went wrong.
He should've died that day. Succumbed to frostbite, all alone...
... in some colourless Backstreets shithole.
... Calm yourself, Mister Hindley.
I've got to tell ya that I am runnin' rather low on manpower. There is no need to waste our strength against 'em.
No! I can handle them! I'll have you know that I -
- have gone through several augmentation procedures and was sent to a boarding school by your father where you learned how to fight?
Hindley glared at Matthew with a look of reproach for a moment, as though he was about to lash out at him for cutting his sentence short... then scoffed.
Haah... I was once... the master of this manor. Not like you lowlife hooligans who crawled in here, looking to reave what does not belong to you.
Stay out of my way, then.
I'm going to kill that mangy dog... I should've killed him when I had the chance.