Smith's tombstone is in a terrible state, and the spirit dwelling seems positively haggard.Necrologist: "Mm ... Given Mr. Smith's current state, I think we'd better return to your commission for now, Mr. Mueller."
Necrologist: "Your wish, your unfinished regret—what is it?"
Mueller: The tombstone pauses. "I appreciate your earnestness, Ms. Necrologist. But I doubt you can fulfill my regret."
Mueller: "I had a zeal beyond words. Designs of impossible grandeur."
Mueller: "To make my country's might supreme, no matter the sacrifice."
Mueller: "But ... I fell on the battlefield. I died in the war that would end all wars, having won neither honor nor glory for my nation."
Dust and grit flake off as he speaks.The grinding sound drowns out Smith's lonely murmurs.Mueller: "Ms. Necrologist, what year is it now?"
Necrologist: "
1920, Mr. Mueller."
Smith: "1920 ...?" Smith asks, shivering at the sound of the words.
Smith: "Is it still there ...? The sea monster ... the really big one ..."
Necrologist: "Mr. Smith, is there something that bears on your mind?"
Necrologist: "Could it be that your life's regret has something to do with this creature?"
Smith: "Y-yes, it was huge and gray ..."
Mueller: "Enough of your babbling, Englishman." Mueller interrupts.
Mueller: "1920 ... then, is the Great War over?"
Mueller: "I must be returned to my home. I was meant to be laid there in honor."
The weeping spirit is cowed by Mueller's outburst, going silent once more.Necrologist immediately surmises the best path forward.If she wishes to bring peace to this fallen soldier, she must go to Mueller's homeland.Necrologist: And a skilled mediator always knows when to steer the topic. "As you wish, Mr. Mueller."
Thanks to your decision, you've grown more determined.The memories of the dead are often incoherent, but speaking with Smith is especially difficult.
Necrologist: "So, you remember only seeing a ... monster in some harbor?"
Smith: "Y-yes, it was huge and gray ..."
Smith: "A silent sea beast ..." He trembles timidly.
Smith: "Circling the endless blue ..."
Necrologist carefully writes down Smith's description.A massive, gray, silent creature.Was it a Kikituk, an aquatic Qiqirn, or perhaps a Tatzelwurm?Necrologist: "Do you remember anything else? Its outline, its color, maybe ..."
Smith: "... Sorry, I don't remember anything."
Smith: "I just feel like it's so familiar ... like we've been together for a very, very long time ..."
It seems drawn to arcanists. The range narrows further. More research will be needed later to confirm.Necrologist: "Do you remember anywhere besides the harbor?"
Smith: The dark stone shrinks into a corner, like a grape long steeped in seawater. It falls silent.
Necrologist: "Possible encounter with some kind of mystical coastal beast ... memory disorder, strong emotional swings ..."
Smith: "Woo ... woo ..." More water seeps from Smith's tombstone.
Necrologist: "Don't worry, Mr. Smith. It's over now. It's not here, and it can't hurt you again."
Smith: "Hurt me? No, no, that's not it." He mutters, "There was red light everywhere, and noise—it was ... wailing."
Necrologist: "So, it was actually your friend?"
Smith: "I-I don't know."
Necrologist: "..."
Necrologist: "Emotions unstable, likely post-traumatic stress, possibly developing into [Silent Soul Syndrome] ..." She concludes, "Quite dangerous."
Mueller has waited quietly, but his patience wears thin. Finally, he launches into a bold interjection.Mueller: "You're too nervous, Ms. Necrologist." The once agitated stone has steadied again.
Mueller: "From my experience with these jelly-backed Tommies, it's nothing unusual."
Mueller: "They're lost in the sunset of their fading empire. Seeing monsters in the waves is really a minor symptom."
Mueller: "There is but one solution for these rabid English dogs: a swift bullet."
Mueller: "It's only on the battlefield that they can finally see the world for what it truly is."
Necrologist: "Forgive me, I don't quite understand. I don't believe war can help you or Mr. Smith."
News comes slowly in a tiny place like Liechtenstein, but the effects of this drawn-out war have made their impact.Time passes, and Necrologist receives yet more tombstones.Most are broken, their souls scarred, steeped in blood and smoke.Mueller: "Please, Ms. Necrologist, don't compare me to that pitiful fellow."
Mueller: "Look at him—he's nothing but a delirious, weeping failure."
Smith: "I-I was only thinking ... the silent sea monster, it was gray, beautiful ..."
Mueller: "I must insist that you return me to my home so that I might be laid to rest in honor." He interrupts Smith with a tone of certainty and pride.
The weeping spirit falls silent against the words.Necrologist immediately surmises the best path forward. If she wishes to bring peace to this fallen soldier, she must go to Mueller's homeland.Necrologist: "As you wish, Mr. Mueller."
Due to your decision, you've grown more confused. 
