Clear!
Okay, you're on guard duty!
Alexsandr, see if any of the mercs on the ground are alive!
On it.
Tina, get your bandages. Take a headcount and patch up the wounded.
Roger!
No playing dead!!
Wait, please... lower your gun! I'll tell you anything!
Kötz, tie him up.
Sure.
Where's the doctor? Dr. Miarow!
Over here!
...*cough*...
The Infected boy lays on the ground, blood oozing out of his many wounds with each cough. His exposed skin is covered with fine Originium crystals, a direct result of facing down the Originium explosion at such close range.
No shockwaves, no intense gust of crushing wind. But the Originium curse has grown stronger from the stimulation, and penetrated deeper into his body.
Tina! Bandages! Hurry!
Stay with me! Don't close your eyes, boy!
Why... what happened?
When you push yourself to use Originium Arts... it worsens your Originium infection...
Rhodes Island doesn't have a countermeasure? Isn't this what you people do?
Between the blood loss, burns, and acute Oripathy symptoms, even if we were back on the landship...
...*cough*...
I said stay with me, kid.
......
...You can do this. Remember how you wanted to travel the world? Picture that Columbia you were dreaming about.
...Stay with me!
*cough* *cough*...
...*cough*...
......
...Doctor...
...He's gone.
...I'm sorry. I couldn't...
No... it's not your fault.
......
...No... I had nothing to do with that. It wasn't me!
(Russian profanity), I'm going to twist your *profanity* head off.
I just...don't...
You're done for, (Russian profanity). You're toasted.
No! Don't hurt me! It wasn't me! No!
Alexsandr! Stop! Calm down!
Where did that guard captain go? The Lord's daughter?
She chased someone trying to get away. Rangers went with her, don't worry.
Wait... the crystals on the doctor's skin... are glowing?
Huh?!
So soon? How?
! !
We've got bigger problems! Find an empty room here!
What are you doing?
No time to explain! Move!
We need cloth! Curtains, bedspreads, anything!
Get the doctor into that little house! Hurry!
What's happening?
What's wrong with the doctor? Why...?
M-Miss Cohen, please calm down. Franka's dealing with the doctor's—
Dealing?
Dealing with what?
You've never seen it before? I'll explain it to you later—
Cover the doors and all the windows! No cracks!
The chimney! Block it! And the vents!
......
What... are they doing?
I'm not sure? What's wrong with... the doctor's corpse?
Don't look.
Why?
Don't look...
We're good here!
Doors and windows good! Ready.
Hey, is that room lighting up? The window's glowing?
Miss Cohen! Get back!
Don't watch...
What on earth is going on?
The doctor...
......
......
Oh...
In the dark of the house, glittering dust crumbles from the departed's wounds and spreads throughout the enclosed space. Before long, rays of light pierce the darkness.
Brilliant, dazzling, prismatic light. Originium dust floats in the air among the lights, then slowly settles.
An Infected returns to the earth that birthed him.