They say if the wind becomes still there's a storm brewing. What's coming isn't just a little storm, nor is it the calm before the storm. What's coming is far, far more dangerous. War may stop, but those wounds never, ever, ever go away.
Welcome home, Ten-no.
"Yet he is not here. I-- have to have some decorum. It's all I have left of him, the feeling of being a servant." His voice cracks and he takes a second to compose himself. "He isn't here right now. So he is Master Entrati. Not Albrecht." He closes his eyes. "We have work to do."
โLoid, I knew Entrati when he started this project, you can let his first name slip, I wonโt tell a soul. Who do you think was funding some of his projects in the background, while actively keeping the gaze of the orokin diverted from him.โ Azrael says with a gentle before +
Out of all the things that could expire: not the cavia's food or electricity...it had to be the medicine. I suppose I could still in theory take it, but the effects aren't as strong.
Remind me if Albrecht manages to make it back to our time to beat him to death with an ayatan sculpture. Leaving without any sort of preparation for the lab and assistants! All the medicine is expired and the Cavia are no help.
I suppose with all the new presences in the lab, it was bound to stir something up.
[He's hunched over his desk, clutching his head in his hands.]
I'm bloody freezing and I know damn well Deimos hasn't frozen over. I've caught a simple cold! A cold!! This will take up time.
I have a promise to care for Operator and Drifter alike as if you were all my own. What kind of adoptive parent would I be if I didn't spoil you all occasionally?
Hmph. You can repay me by playing with the Cavia while I make your floofs.