Matt (before battle)

Ha ha...

Ahahahahahahaha...

He did not seem to mind at all that his client had died right before him.

What are you laughing at, boss...?

What's he doing there... right next to the coffin...?

His motives are unknown. But I see that an additional lever has attached itself to the coffin.

When did it...?

Immediately after the power outage.

What's...

What's there to not laugh about?

Oh, how I've spent days upon days wishin' he'd survive no matter how long I had to wait. That he'd survive until I could be there to watch him die with me own eyes.

I imagined it every single day. Wonderin' what kind of death would befit a prick like him.

Yet every time, there was something so unsatisfying about the way he went out. There was always something... missing.

"Every time"?

…….

But this one... oh yes. I quite enjoyed this one. A dog's death, stinking with that hideous stench of defeatism...

... So pulling that lever kills the power. But I doubt that's the only thing it does. Am I right?

... Are you going to pull it?

Yes, I am.

Before anyone had the chance to stop him, Heathcliff bolted up to the machine and grabbed the Dead Rabbits boss by his collars.

I knew that something was off about you earlier.

Now, I can think of two possibilities.

One. The gaffer's lost it while I was gone, and it's going to be up to me to beat the sense back into 'im.

…….

... Two.

He's some deranged lunatic who's only pretending to be the boss. Some mental fuck who should never be allowed anywhere near Catherine.

If you're really him, you must know at least know your own name. What is it?!

Matt.

... I suppose he didn't go by 'Matt' here, then?

What...?

... I've grown complacent. I wasted quite a lot of time and effort in an attempt to learn his mannerisms.

Just like this.

Seat your arse down and pour me a pint, Heathcliff. What a bloody gloomy day it is.

You... You!!!