The Final Check-up, part 1 (after battle)

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<What's going on with them…?>

Good. It appears that I can censor these with my own will, at least to a degree.

Your mission here is to classify my Distortion, reach the end of this Dungeon of the Fathoms, and bring me back.

Your mission, however, does not involve digging into my past.

This is…?

It appears that we… have a passing familiarity with this place…

You… us…

What is it that they seek to convey?

I don't believe any level of proper communication will be feasible, given that you are in a Dungeon of the Fathoms.

Well, then do somethin' about it!

I regret to tell you that the setting of this Dungeon is out of my hands. Had it been up to me, I would have manifested a place that was much more fascinating than this. Like that Library, fabled to have every book in existence…

You… used to work for the Lobotomy Corporation…?

One of my past careers, yes.

… Us… us…

Diplomacy did not seem to be an option here - the censored people brandished their weapons threateningly and stood in our path.

Looks like... we're going to have to take them down if we want to make any progress here.

<It can't be helped. Let's get ready for a fight...>