Malediction, Bound for Retribution

Things are always happening in places we don't have our eyes on.

I really can't even begin to imagine what we'll be facing from here on out.

...I don't mind getting an earful for this, Doctor, but I have to say this. This is way too difficult.

What we are doing might just be suicide. And, most importantly, I really don't think we have what it takes to save this city and Lungmen.

Chard, if memory serves, you have a family, don't you?

I'm surprised you remember, Doctor. You got one detail wrong, though. My wife and my daughter don't care about me anymore, so I don't really have one.

Chard, have you ever thought about seeing them, and start living with them once again?

I dreamed about it.

The first step to turning your dreams into reality is to give yourself the chance to dream.

Stopping Chernobog isn't going to make life any harder for the Infected.

Give your daughter a chance, Chard. Give her the chance to see her father again.

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I'll do as you say, Doctor.

What I said may have been a lie. I don't think the world is going to become a better place overnight, and there's basically no way the Infected will get to go back to their previous lives.

But what I said could also be the truth.

Suppose we leave this place right now. He will never have the chance to see his daughter again, regardless of whether his family or he himself die of other causes in the events that will transpire.

And suppose we aren't able to solve the problem we are facing right now. Most broader academic research will forever remain theories and nothing more.

The successes of those who put in the work is what gives us the right to continue.

There are countless people trying to revolutionize the system for the Infected, but all it takes is one failure, and not only will they forever lose the right to try that, we will never again have that opportunity again.

If you need a more suitable metaphor, consider the concept, 'life'.

...Each time a major operation ends in success, we live to see another day. On the other hand, failure means death.

There is no such thing as coming back from the dead in science.

We only have one chance to save our lives. We will come to face many disasters, and it will be the end of us each time an accident happens. That's both ourselves individually or Rhodes Island as a whole.

Disasters like Chernobog are bound to happen again and again. If we fail to solve a problem like that even once, we will die.

On one hand, we have to stop the disease before it catches up and overwhelms all of us. On the other hand, we need to save ourselves from within this storm.

I'm not singing Rhodes Island's praises. Not too much, at least. It's just, right here, right now, this is a problem that only we can handle.

Most of us only get to live once. Once our lives are lost, it's gone forever.

Uh, that's not really what I'm trying to say. What I mean is that there are people who haven't ever treasured their own lives.

There are a lot of people who have never been around anything normal ever since they were born. Twisted places will only bear twisted fruits.

The reason there is so much malice in Chernobog is precisely because there has always been malice not kept in check there.

Malice, or more precisely, all those chains of malice aren't going to disappear on their own.

Each destruction, each killing might only have been caused by a modicum of desire. In a lawless land, barbarism is simply left to breed rampantly on its own, and that is how it becomes the law of the land.

And this kind of law is much stronger than the law you'd find in the cities. It's simply indestructible.

That's violence. The violence that flows in our blood veins comes from the parts of us left untamed by civilization.

Listen.

Did you hear that...?

...Singing...?

How peculiar. Originium Arts don't usually interfere with my senses at all.

All operators, put on your protective equipment!

Doctor, something terrible might be happening.

Based on the chaos we've seen along the way, we probably would've reached this conclusion all the same, but I'm afraid what we are about to face might be far worse than what we could ever have imagined.

I wouldn't say it's always a foregone conclusion.

Perhaps someone has placed a curse on either us or this city. That being said, curses can be broken.

If you plant the seeds of evil, the flowers of evil will blossom, bearing fruits of evil. If we water the earth with goodwill, then even if this parcel of land doesn't get any better... at least it wouldn't meet such a dreadful fate and be buried by a tragedy like this.

It's a shame...

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It's a shame that, as far as I know, evil is a vicious cycle that will only breed even worse malice, and fate is rarely kind to those who are kind at heart.

I can't allow you to bring about yet another nightmare, Infected.