The Cleanup Agent (after battle)
M-Manager Esquire, halt! Behold this poor fellow, he lives still!
Don Quixote, her round eyes wide open, began sprinting somewhere.
N-no, stay away from me, you monsters...!
H-hey, man. We're not those... monsters. You alright?
... Huh?!
That arm... Y-you're starting to mutate too, aren't you...? You must be turning into some bug-like monste - Agh.
What? No, this is...
Gregor stumbled for words, scoffed, then cast his gaze toward the floor in disbelief.
Yeah, well... no surprise there, I guess. I suppose there's no way to tell right away whether this arm's a monster, a prosthetic, or whatnot.
It is possible that you are mistaken due to his bio-prosthetic being of an older, outdated make that is now rarely seen in the City.
Ah, a prosthetic...
That's a relief. I thought those crazy bastards were trying to break in again. As you can see, my legs are messed up... I had no choice but to hide in here...
So what are the W Corp. employees doing aboard this train?
<Huh, you're right... From what we found out about the WARP trains through the Identities, I can't imagine why any of them would ever willingly board this train...>
You're the contract Fixers, right...? We were ordered to assist you with your contract.
... I said "we," but... I'm the only one left. Every single one of my colleagues suddenly began losing their minds in that car over there, and...
This cannot be... Faust! Is there truly no way to cure the Bloodbags?
My apologies. The access to that information is prohibited at this moment as well.
Though her voice and expression were both as serene as always, there was something gloomy about the way she said it.
... I may have been too reliant on Faust. In too many places.
Faust muttered in a barely audible volume.
... I don't know what I can do to help the Sinners in a situation like this, either.
I'd also grown too used to Faust's omniscience because I could always trust it to be there for me. I was starting to realize that I don't have the means to dig myself out of a hole like this...
... No, maybe I was too reliant on the Sinners as a whole.
If... when the time comes for them to depend on me, when they can no longer stand on their own, can I really manage them? Lead them to the right choices?
Doubt, colored with fear, begins to rise like an ominous plume of smoke.
Well... What can I do, right? Agh...
The agent struggled to some corner of the room with his wounded leg, and pulled on a lever...
They made good use of this space.
... and the wall behind what had initially appeared to be a folding chair for employees spun open.
Ooh, what in the name of Wings is this?! Perchance, hast thou hidden here a weapon most powerful, a weapon most afeared by the Bloodfiends...?!
That holds some resemblance to a capsule we saw on the first class car, but why would that thing be here...?
The Cleanup Agent slumped into the pod that appeared in the wall.
Phew... finally.
Hm? What is it that thou seekest to do?
W Corp. prepared a small hibernation pod for employees in case of these emergencies.
Verily! Then... huh?
Good luck... with the rest of the mission...
With that, he settled into the capsule, and shut the hatch behind him.
When the door covering the pod closed, only the folding chair and a wall covered with viscera remained.
<He's gone...>
There he goes...
He has departed the scene.
We blankly stared at the wall the Agent disappeared into.
Well, then. I guess we gotta...
<... Let's move on to the next car.>
... keep on keeping on.