???: I have been seeking a chance to talk to you from an equal position.
???: The name is Arcana.
Vertin: Hello.
Vertin: ...
Vertin: The leader behind Manus Vindictae.
Arcana: Thou art acquainted with us.
Arcana: How wonderful. I am pleased.
Arcana: Lady Vertin, here is an official offer that you joinest Manus Vindictae.
Forget Me Not: ...?!
Forget Me Not: Ms. Arcana ...
Vertin: Why?
Arcana: Why? It's simple.
Arcana: I simply adore thy visage, emotionless in each "Storm".
Arcana: I adore that which shineth in gold, nestled in thy cranium.
Arcana: Thy flesh and blood belongen to us, if only a fraction of an ounce.
Vertin: Do I have the right to say no?
Arcana: Absolutely. As I said, we are in an equal position.
Arcana: I ask that thou answer three questions.
Arcana: Answer me, then thou shalt leave ... lest I ...
Arcana: Indulge in thy suffering.
Schneider: Heh ... You can't. Don't waste your time.
Forget Me Not: Ms. Schneider, it is you who betrayed us first.
Schneider: Is that so, Mr. Forget Me Not? It seems ... we have never reached an agreement ...
Forget Me Not: After all, your promise was a lie from the very beginning, Ms. Schneider. You should've known what was coming for you.
Schneider: Heh heh ...
Vertin: So, what are the three questions?
Vertin: And how do you indulge in my suffering?
Arcana: Content thee, my child.
Arcana: The answer will be revealed for both of us.
Arcana: She pulls out countless black lines of slime from her temple. The slime turns into a wand.
Arcana: The first question.
Arcana: What is the ultimate purpose for the Foundation to create the "Storm"?
Vertin: ...!!
Vertin: Wha-what? The Foundation ...
Vertin: Isn't the "Storm" created by you ...
Arcana: Time is up.
Arcana: I was expecting a better answer.
Arcana: Start with her right hand. Her gesture with a gun bothereth me.
Schneider: Uggh!
Vertin: Schneider!!
Arcana: Shh. This is too much for her with a broken hand.
Arcana: Then, the second question. The Foundation experiments on the orphans of arcanists. Is that true?
Vertin: Yes. We are looking for the arcane antibody immune to the "Storm" ...
Vertin: And I am the only successful subject.
Arcana: And the name of that antibody is?
Vertin: Asymmetric ... Immune Protein G ...
Schneider: F**k you ...!!!
Arcana: A story in an inappropriate time, people call it a lie. Thou shalt not be misled by an abominable worm, Lady Vertin.
Arcana: Or her limbs are not my next target.
Arcana: The last question.
Arcana: As the only one who bravest the "Storm" easily, I wonder ...
Arcana: the arcanists thou hast met. How are they?
Vertin: ...
Vertin: I will join you ...
Arcana: They are not very well, are they?
Vertin: ...
Vertin: ... I rarely meet them. Most of them are deserted.
Vertin: In the mental hospital, the correctional institution, the abandoned orphanage, and the streets that no one sets foot on.
Arcana: We have been deserted by the principles of this world.
Arcana: As though we were born to be so ... eccentric ... and marginalized.
Arcana: Thine eyes are not blinded, Lady Vertin.
Arcana: Welcome home.