The Tale of a Great Fixer Who Once Reached for The Dream, part 8 (after battle)

Which Area are you supposed to be a part of?

We... are Bloodfiends who did not laugh... So we are not a part of any Area... We're... exiles!

To this prison... an internment for those who could not abandon their desires...

Prison...? No, this feels... familiar, somehow...

<... Huh. Doesn't this 'prison'... remind you of the containment units of Lobotomy Corp.?>

Really? Then...

Mm, we have thus far encountered numerous sights of the former L Corp. logos.

Then, it stands to reason that... a Lobotomy Corp. branch was constructed here, upon La Manchaland's sealing.

<Then... where'd the branch go...?>

It may be that, in the wake of La Manchaland's reopening, it was cast to the earth below; or, perhaps, this park of amusement has devoured it as the Whale of the Great Lake has done.

Howbeit, this is but a dubitable theory of mine, for we are bereft of further requisite information to be certain.

Hm. Such is all I have to say, yet it may be rather discouraging to hear words of such little substance after being left in the dark for so long.

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Faust nodded affirmatively to Yi Sang's suggestion.

... Then...

Ah... Lady Sancho... you have returned to our side... to deliver us...

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Do you not... recognize me?

We... fought together in the Bloodfiend War... Together... we massacred multiple Families of Bloodfiends...

Yes, I recognize you.

When you disappeared from this place with Father...

And like always, we started a Parade... like always...

A parade full of... many happy, happy humans...

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Father wished to find the perpetrator, but... how could he...

... when we were all in on it?

Once we smelled blood... we were blinded to all other things...

... and the Parade continued and continued and continued... and La Manchaland never closed...

That's when I finally realized something, Lady Sancho.

Even if we were to be punished for a long, long time... for what we have done...

... we were happy at that moment, so much so... that even eons of incarceration couldn't deter us...

The second the blood touched our lips, we felt... life.

Why... why have you forsaken us...?

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