No Empty Hands

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You couldn't be...

Oofff...

Nope, the wheelchair's not going to cut it.

(Strange. Something's not right.)

(Is its target... not me?)

(Where is it aiming? What is it trying to—)

Too close...!

(Forget it, I'll have to worry about that later!)

Nuh-uh, just because I'm physically handicapped doesn't mean you can pick on me, visitor!

(Angry howling)

Stop right there—!

Nope—I can't just let you slip away!

They're about to wither.

They bloomed earlier than last year. I could guess they'd wither sooner too. I just didn't think it'd be this soon...

The few you picked were in wonderful blossom. They're not about to wilt yet.

How pretty. Who'll be receiving these?

I'm too late. There's no giving them now.

They can't save anyone...

Sorrow. Pain. Despair.

Mm... such complex overtones. There are other emotions hidden inside you, too...

Are you angered?

I wouldn't dare... You're a guest of His Excellency, Seniora Arturia.

You wouldn't dare, that's all. A very honest answer.

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My intuition has always been unusually accurate, Senior Florist. You seem to loath me a little.

No, not at all. You needn't worry.

If anything is troubling you, I could be of help to you, I think.

Help...? Er, I'm not sure what you mean, Seniora Arturia.

What would you help with?

This hinges on your thoughts. It's not something for me to decide.

Of course, you may not need any help at all. Call me meddlesome if you wish, or a bearer of bad intent, none of which I would mind. It's for you to say.

I just want to hear your thoughts... your own thoughts.

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You're a strange one, Seniora Arturia.

You flatter me.

You say you can help me...

Of course, so long as you need.

No, there's no need.

Perhaps you could... well, there's a great many you can help, but you can't help me.

Oh?

Seniora Arturia, would you claim to be able to raise the dead?

No.

Can you make the harvest rich, or see that the cold winds stop?

I'm very sorry, but I can't.

Then can you return us to your original lives, see that the barriers of old are no more?

You could never.

Then what of you, Clément?

Have you never once entertained being able to solve all you speak of, by your own hands?

...I've tried...

But it was no use. I've tried more than once, but I couldn't do it.

The more effort we put in, the worse things get, more often than not...

No one can make it all better. The Abbot can't, Gerald can't... and neither can I.

You can't help me, Seniora Arturia.

Please... don't bring this up again. And don't think I need the help of someone like you.

You ask what my thoughts are. Let me tell you: I have no thoughts at all.

What else can I come up with? The coming winter is too cold.

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Cold. Yes, this heart is like soil frozen through, beneath a sheet of iciness...

Yet I can feel notes lurking beneath the ice... I wonder how powerfully they will move us?

It's not yet time. This composition is not bound for completion yet...

Such unbearableness, such tolerance... mm... in times like these, I cannot help myself.

Let me see...

Ah, this melody is a perfect fit for the occasion.

Federico.

I told you, your melodies are too rhythmic, too unperturbed. You should know that an all-too-rational melody will lack the sentiments to shake people. There's no warmth, nor passion...

Sometimes, I can only be curious.

Federico, when will you finally realize... why it is you search?

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(Strings?)

(No, this is more than strings. There are Originium Arts effecting something within.)

(These Arts, and this melody. Could they be...?)

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(The sounds are nearing.)

(Are they above?)

What's today's song? It's beautiful.

Do you hear music every day here?

Erk! Wh—Who...?

I am Executor Federico of the Notarial Hall. Please answer my question.

Notarial Hall? What does that even...? Oh, I see, you're that guest from Laterano they were talking about, aren't you?

Sometimes you can, er, hear this music around this time? I'm not too sure myself.

Oh, right! I believe I heard about someone by the sacrarium who plays a cello or something...

Where is the sacrarium?

On the roof. Take the stairs outside and you'll be right—wait, ex-excuse me, Senior?!

What was the rush...? Such a strange man.

Welcome back, boss.

Yeah. How ready are we to move out?

More or less good. We don't have much to take with us, and we'd be overburdened anyway if we did.

But there's been no word from the young ones we sent to scout the way... They might not make it in time for tomorrow morning.

Wait a little longer.

Stefano and I have talked it over. That we're leaving... he'll let it be. So no need to rush it now. If we still hear nothing by nightfall, then I'll take a team myself to find them.

Sure. I'll update everyone in a minute.

Oh, boss! There's one other thing...

What is it?

Hyman hasn't come back either... I looked around for her, but she's nowhere to be found.

Is Raimund still gone as well?

Yes.

Got it. Leave this to me.

Okay.

But if Hyman never shows up, should we... wait?

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Tomorrow morning at the latest. If anyone's still not back after Matins, you and Raimund will set off with rest as planned.

But...

I'll stay behind. Dead or alive, I'll find Hyman.

I swear, I'd never abandon a single one of you.

That's all we're worried about.

*mumble*, you always take too much on yourself.

Let's not bring up that name again.

You call me boss. I have a duty to find you a way out.

And I see you walking down a dead end.

Hahaha. I know what I'm doing.

Forget all that, no need to look so sad. Go on, get everything good and ready.

Shift change.

Wargh...!

There's a fright... hi there, Serpilia.

Who else would you expect? Does Federico ever bother with this sort of work?

How's the girl in there...? Doing bad?

Bad in a way. She hasn't said a word. Seems she's in shock.

I eyed over the scene. Aren't you the least bit curious about what actually happened?

I... can more or less guess.

You and I both know how powerful a gun is. With that much blood loss... anyone would be doomed, wouldn't they?

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Your face says I'm on the mark.

Did you tell her?

What? Oh, as in, that she might already be dead? Of course not.

She's unsettled right now. Telling her the truth could just as well cause more problems.

So what is your plan? Lie to her and say nothing's wrong, muddle through, figure out the rest later, I bet?

You make it sound so bad... but still, that's basically it.

Serpilia, something seems a little fishy with your emotions. What happened?

None of your business. I'm doing great.

If you say so, then. No problems in Serpilia-land.

Okay. I'll leave her to you.

Hmph. Every undependable bastard's on parade today.

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(An accident caused by an unintentional discharge...)

(Ha. And so what?)

(If I hadn't helped her...)

......!

What? Make it quick.

Wait, what do you mean Sarkaz in the outer vicinity? Are they still trying to break your blockade?

Just a few? Scouting the road?

Fine, got it. What about Oren?

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No, you can leave Oren to me. I'll contact him.

Listen, here's what you guys do next...

...Seriously... what a good runner!

*huff*...

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Or maybe I just lost it...

(Back in the old days, I would've put them away clean in a fraction of the time.)

(...)

(Times like these... I can't help but feel a little mad.)

There you are...!

Guess it's not the time to brood just yet.

(The sound of strings is growing clear. I am steadily approaching the source.)

(But the Arts are diminishing in strength. Are they giving up casting, or... hm?)

Who is it?

Senior Federico? What are you doing here...?

I was not referring to you.

Er, excuse me...?

Are you lost? If you don't mind, I can—

Stop talking.

Mmff?! Mrmmffff!!

What... What was that? That monster...

I do not know.

It's fled downstairs! Not good... Gerald's group live down there!

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Stay still.

?!

Someone is here.

I heard gunfire this way, so I came to test my luck.

Cardinal Aide Lemuen, Serpilia's report stated that you would not be operating in the field.

Don't blame her. If I'm honest, I didn't think I would be either.

But then came a slight twist...

We'll catch up later. Are you on your own, Federico? Is nobody else operating with you?

I am on my own.

Then let's keep it short. I'm on the trail of a surprise... visitor.

I won't keep you too long...

So here, be good and tell me.

Which way did my 'visitor' happen to go?