Selmon, come take a look... If I crouch under this rock, the enemy won't see me from any angle, will they?
Selmon
Hah, not half bad.
Fionn
Good, then. God, we go through the wastes for four days without a peep, no Catastrophe or savage beasts... and then we hit a roadblock at the very end. Just our luck, you figure.
Fionn
Now stop sticking your head out, keep low with the rest of us. It's been so long, you still don't trust Reed's lot?
Selmon
No, as a matter of fact. It's the bland type like her I least trust.
Selmon
She only wants to do stuff that doesn't offend nobody. That way, if she ever makes a mistake, it won't really BE her fault.
Fionn
You bloody... You just don't like her stopping us from going to Dublinn.
Selmon
Maybe. But I don't say nothing to you neither, do I?
One dawn eight months ago, just after I'd finished work, I was eating breakfast in a cafe in County Peninsula.
Fischer
A voice came from my radio.
Fischer
It said, with their flames, they would cleanse Victoria of filth.
Fischer
In the name of the Tarans... they would declare war on Victoria.
Fischer
They called themselves 'Dublinn'.
Special Forces Soldier
...Just a bunch of greedy thugs trying to give themselves a title.
Fischer
Thugs?
Fischer
The ones common sense would identify as thugs more or less all died in County Hillock.
Fischer
Someone intended on using an entire city of Tarans to test the Taran-born Duke... but didn't anticipate the leader of Dublinn conversely exploiting that.
Fischer
After the conclusion of the incident, Dublinn successfully purged all unstable elements from the city, and further gained the surrounding Taran populace's support, escaping intact directly under Victoria's nose.
Special Forces Soldier
Dublinn's leader is undeniably well-versed in the behavior of nobility.
Special Forces Soldier
It's no wonder, considering her background and her hidden supporters.
Fischer
That leader and her intelligence personnel are both fully aware it was the barracks that shelled the masses with dirty bombs, that being why the truth of the County Hillock incident will never be traced nor pursued.
Fischer
However... I've read the reports. All the reports.
Fischer
Some say the Dublinn 'Leader' that appeared in County Hillock on that day... is more than one person.
Special Forces Soldier
That doesn't match up with the other intel we got from the Dukes.
Fischer
Have you seen these two jigsaw puzzles?
Special Forces Soldier
They're exactly the same...
Fischer
As long as the forms are identical, they can fill the same holes. And the moment you put them together like this, most people who cast an eye would treat one piece like the other's shadow.
Special Forces Soldier
...Shadow?
Special Forces Soldier
So that's why you suspect that previous arson case, the one tied to Dublinn...
Fischer
It was only a suspicion at first.
Fischer
It was, until... the reaction from that Harmonie Feline fed me some interesting information.
Fischer
Who knew the Duke of Wellington would actually turn a blind eye to King Gaeil's other descendant walking freely in the wilds?
Madam, as you predicted, someone took the people from those farming households in for questioning this morning.
Dublinn Soldier
I looked into it. They weren't wearing barracks uniform. it seems they're not part of the nearby patrol at all.
Harmonie
Hm... say, if I asked for a holiday and went out traveling, what would the better location be? Leithanien, or Kazimierz?
Harmonie
Or maybe I'll run off even farther... just maybe, like my good friend from the school days, I'll take a trip to Yan?
Dublinn Soldier
...I don't understand what you mean.
Harmonie
*sigh*.
Harmonie
Forget it. We'll be caught in a snare if we don't tiptoe... but either way, we do need to remedy this as best we can. Ensuring her safety is priority number one.
Dublinn Soldier
You mean...
Harmonie
My dear friend, Loughshinny.
Dublinn Soldier
You're sure she's the one they're looking for?
Harmonie
Well, can you be sure she's not?
Harmonie
We've got no other choice. Who let her be 'The Leader' too? We can't allow her to fall into anyone else's hands... especially not the Duke of Caster's.
Harmonie
Come, now. We need to pay 'The Brigadier' a visit.
Standard piledriver spear, Vouivre... you're ex-Tempest Platoon personnel, aren't you?
Bagpipe
Oh! Have we met before?
Bagpipe
Well, since we're not strangers, that makes things easier. We're not an ambush, and we've got nothin' to do with Dublinn either. You've gotten the wrong idea about us.
Special Forces Captain
...Hah, surprise, surprise. That Fischer boy only sent me out here to follow a trail, and here we've run into his true goal headfirst.
Special Forces Captain
No, I'd wager he sent me here specifically to wait until you ran into us.
Special Forces Captain
Bagpipe, why are you protecting the Tarans?
Bagpipe
Eh? Because that's our duty, right? The Tarans are Victorians too.
Bagpipe
If we've cleared up the misunderstandin', are we able to ceasefire? Attackin' civilians is a violation of military discipline.
Special Forces Captain
...What gives you the continued right to say that?
Bagpipe
Eh? What's wrong with me?
Special Forces Captain
You seem to not be duly aware of the situation here.
Bagpipe
Oh, excuse me, I'm very well aware.
Bagpipe
My friend said you wouldn't protect Taran civilians, and I've just confirmed she was right.
Bagpipe
You're the same as that old Colonel Hamilton back in County Hillock, na?
Bagpipe
So even though I'm discharged? I'm positive now, I still have to fulfil a Victorian serviceman's duty, and do what you're not willin' to doβ
Bagpipe
Defend these civilians' lives.
Special Forces Captain
Then let me ask. Have you ever inquired into that white-haired Vouivre's identity?
There, Fionn... Your wound is like last time's. It's not too severe.
Reed
Butβit'll still hurt.
Fionn
Nrgh, that's whatever... as long as I don't see blood. Anything else flies with me.
Taran Refugee
Coward. You said you'd help Selmon. All you've done was scarper with her on your shoulders.
Fionn
NβNothing wrong with that, at least we made it out. All of us made it out.
Fionn
...*sigh*.
Fionn
Reed, I need to ask something... I've been wanting to ask it all day.
Fionn
You and your friends seem to be professionals with this stuff. ButβI still just don't get. Why do you say those people... those Dublinn people are dead?
Fionn
Is there any off-chance they're sleepwalking? Maybe it's that witchcraft from the legends that makes people lose their consciousness?
Fionn
Just... just on the off-chance, that they are sleepwalking, we could go and wake them up...
Reed
...We can't. I wish I could provide you some consolation, butβit's a unique Originium Arts I recognize.
Fionn
*sigh* Alright. I'm just a little frightened myself. What's Selmon gonna think, though?
Reed
What's... wrong with her?
Fionn
......
Taran Refugee
Oh, go on and tell, Fionn, we all know her. You were the one vouching for her since the beginning. She's a good girl. We wouldn't have come with her otherwise.
Fionn
The... the truth is, I actually know her because she robbed me, once.
Fionn
We sat down and got talking with one another in the end, of course. She just wanted a pair of sturdy boots. Her brother was out in the snow that winter with half his soles worn through, feet frostbitten something hideous.
Taran Refugee
So you gave her yours?
Fionn
No, actually. Her brother went off to Dublinn. I was only in time to cover for them. Couldn't do them any solid boots quickly enough.
Fionn
Fact is, she's been out here this whole time looking for her brother.
Taran Refugee
What? She brought us to join Dublinn just for that?
Fionn
No, it's more than that, it's...
Fionn
She wanted to join Dublinn along with her brother, she just ran away on the way there. That was two years ago.
Fionn
...Think how tough it must've been on her, catching up to her brother today.
Taran Refugee
...Say, how do you think my family's doing?
Taran Refugee
They're still back living in the village. It's about time they replaced the roofing straw. Once we find a place to stop over, I'm getting a Messenger to ask how they're doing.
Fionn
It's alright, I'm sure they're fine. I'll help you find that Messenger, come then.
Taran Refugee
Grand.
Taran Refugee
...But where are we going? We chased a Dublinn squad that was all dead people, and Selmon's not found her own. Where should we head now?
...Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... three less than in the day.
Selmon
...I just don't get it. What kind of Originium Arts is this? Makes me sick looking at it.
She squats behind a boulder, looking around.
The soldiers keep marching for their heart's destination, upon the twilight wilds.
The colors of the Dublinn uniform fade beneath layers of mud and soil. They seem as if held in a silhouette, one lit by a glimmer from somewhere unknown.
Selmon
I just need to... pounce, then retreat, and I'll be fine.
A hundred meters.
They turn to walk straight for the boulder Selmon hides behind.
Selmon
Tch, he's at the back of the squad. Looks like he didn't get to be the leader. Made himself out so bloody big in all his letters.
Selmon
They're headed for... yeah, same direction as the letters said.
Fifty meters.
Selmon clenches the wooden cudgel in her fist.
Selmon
...Is the city you're heading for that important to you?
Selmon
Who's telling you to head on? You'd still go, even if you died?
Selmon
Even though you're being battered byβwind, and rain, and all these people one after another? You'd still go?
Thirty meters.
She remembers the first time she saw Dublinn's troops, two years ago.
They told her, once she was decided, she could come to them. The Leader would give all Tarans a place to survive.
Selmon
...I'm sorry.
Selmon
I... never could be as sure as you were. You never looked back, but I did.
She rushes out.
Like those Victorian soldiers in the daytime did, like Ch'en did, these people that have ceased to be can be knocked down again, so long as every attack comes swiftly enough, ferociously enough.
Until they'll sleep peacefully in the soil of Tara, never called to stand again.
Dublinn Soldier
......
Selmon
β!
The soldier does not fall.
He merely stumbles for a moment from the blow to the neck, and then swiftly spins around, pulling out his sword.
He is ghastly silent.
Dublinn Soldier
......
Selmon
You lot! Out of my way! I'll send you all right back with him!
Selmon
No, I will, I'll do it!
Selmon
I was just here to find my brother, but you're all the same...
Dublinn Soldier
(Silently attacks)
Selmon
βPiss right off! At least say something!
Selmon
Grgh...
Selmon
Square, that was...
Selmon
Hah, bloody hell. Head, chest, it's just not enough, is it.
Her cudgel flies out of her hand blocking the next attack.
And in that moment, the soldier's mask falls off.
Selmon
β
She feels a sort of illusion for a moment. As if the way he brandishes his weapon slows, for a fraction of an instant.
As if her brother is about to give him both his hands, like when Victoria's police accosted them in younger times, shielding her in his embrace.
And then she sees his familiar face all so clearly.
His forehead drips no blood, and his eyes turn no look to his little sister.
Those eyes gaze to the distant, vague horizon, a rage of firelight longing, burning within.
βJust like the night he decided he'd seek out Dublinn.
And Dublinn soldiers surround them. Selmon blankly, dazedly, reaches a hand out to the man before her.
Admiration, aspiration, guilt. Regret.
All swallowed up by the ice-cold fire that her fingertips brush.
Fear.
All she is left with is fear. The fear of that longing, maniacal, burning unto death.
And before time can move again, flames blaze high, incandescent sparks blossoming into the night sky.
So close her fingers could almost touch, a flame blooms forth, and vanishes again before she can grasp it. The soldier falls over, to the ground, and never makes another whisper.