Story/Night 6-4 (Part2)/Script
[Ten minutes after the operation concludes.]
[Click.]
[Click.]
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Alchemist: Your teammates?
FAL: Oui.
Alchemist: Feel free to pick it up.
FAL: No need.
They wouldn’t dare contact me if they had failed.
Alchemist: Humph...
You know what, FAL?
That was the only interesting thing you’ve said all night.
FAL: Oh? Then why am I still alive?
Alchemist: Exactly because you’re such a banal character. You make dull conversation and have crude tastes.
I only end the conversation when it starts getting interesting.
So congratulations. You’ve won the Miss T-Doll Who Sustained the Longest Conversation.
FAL: (Sighs) I knew it... I suppose no one would be interested in things from a hundred years ago...
But if our mission succeeded, it means you haven’t actually harmed your prey.
Why, Alchemist?
Alchemist: I told you. One should make the most out of what they enjoy, and I can’t enjoy dead T-Dolls.
FAL: Is that why you’ve stayed behind?
To abduct our T-Dolls and get high on torturing them?
Alchemist: What else, FAL?
Does a Doll not even have the right to enjoy herself?
Or do you believe we can only live by the way humans do?
FAL: ...
You’re studying us, aren’t you? You’re trying to figure out how our neural clouds work.
Alchemist: Clever girl. But don’t ask any more questions. I can tell you nothing more anyway.
FAL: Humph. So much for a Sangvis Doll’s freedom.
Alchemist: At least I wouldn’t leave a companion in the hands of the enemy to be tortured just for the sake of victory.
Like what you did with FF F2000, right?
FAL: ...So you know.
Alchemist: It only occurred to me when I met you, FAL.
I thought all terrifying Dolls have a special and telling aura, but not you.
You are the single most terrifying “philistine” I have ever seen.
FAL: I don’t take risks with no guarantee.
I’m not a reckless T-Doll. I merely plan a step ahead of others.
Besides, becoming your captive was the result of FF F2000’s own mistake, but she redeemed herself by facilitating the escape of someone who would provide us with pivotal aid.
Alchemist: Humph... Such a touching sacrifice. Now I regret letting her live.
FAL: It’s too late to be jealous. We may be eccentric, but we’re not alone.
Now, my friends are coming for me. Isn’t it time you returned to where you should be?
Alchemist: Oh?
What do you think I’m going to do?
Take you with me as a hostage? Kill you then leave on my own? Or am I going to blow up the outpost?
FAL: ...
I have no value as a hostage. You’re in no hurry to get rid of me either since any of your troops stationed outside can do it just as easily.
So my guess is, none of the above.
Alchemist: Correct.
[Alchemist raises a pistol and points it at her own head.]
Alchemist: Look at me, FAL. Let me watch your face.
FAL: Is this the last piece of data that you want to collect?
Alchemist: I just want to find out...how far I would go to carry out my orders.
I want to know why we are created - as a frame of reference or a means to something...
FAL: ...
I pity you, Alchemist.
Alchemist: We are all creatures living in flasks. We have what humans do not possess, but lack what humans are born with...
I want to break free. That’s all...
FAL: ...
Are these your genuine thoughts or are you putting on an act to test me?
[Alchemist merely grins in a daze.]
Alchemist: Yes...this is exactly the expression I’m looking for.
You lost, FAL.
FAL: ...!
Alchemist: It won’t be the last time you do...
See you again in another hell.
[BANG!]
[...]
[......]
FAL: Pathetic.
[The next day, in the staff lounge in Area S08.]
Five-seven: You still won’t tell us what happened?
FAL: Hmm? Didn’t you see when you arrived at the outpost?
Five-seven: You mean seeing you reading your damned magazine next to Alchemist’s corpse on a scene that showed no trace of battle?
FAL: I told you. She was killed by what she was trying to get.
Five-seven: Whatever... You can’t hide the truth in your report to Helian anyway.
FAL: In any case, merci.
Five-seven: Hmm?
FAL: Thank goodness you were still trying to come get me. Otherwise, I’d have been killed by the Sangvis troops that had me surrounded.
But then again, wouldn’t you be able to keep the position of team leader?
Well? Change of mind?
Five-seven: Don’t get the wrong idea.
I WILL take the position from you, but not today.
I still have a lot to learn until I can beat you fair and square.
Does this answer satisfy you?
FAL: ....Très bien.
You can keep being my adjutant.
Five-seven: (Sighs) Working with you is exhausting, you know...
Then I’ll proceed with my report as your adjutant.
FF FNC and FF FN49 have already sent in their applications. They can officially join the team once HQ gives the approval.
FAL: Humph. They’re jumping into the fire willingly enough.
Five-seven: They’re doing it because they like me, ma chère.
FAL: Ouias, which is why I need you.
Work hard and recruit a few more useful people.
Five-seven: We’ll see how far this problematic crew go...
FAL: By the way, FF F2000 needs to make a trip to HQ for her reward. They’re also gonna extract some data regarding Alchemist from her neural cloud...
But she can make it to the celebration at noon... Should we also invite T91 and the other rescued T-Dolls?
If they want to join, sure. But I’ll give them the boot if they’re too rowdy.
Five-seven: We can’t waste too much time partying. There’s a new job coming up.
According to the Commander’s report, there are unusual Sangvis signals and some abnormal weather phenomena in Area S09.
FAL: Them my schedule is going to be rather tight this afternoon. I have to get a coffee with the Commander and we’ll go shopping for that bag...
Five-seven: Let FF F2000 and the others go with you. I’ll take care of the Commander.
FAL: ...
Is this a provocation, 57?
Five-seven: Times have changed, FAL. You need to keep yourself on your toes.
Every T-Doll has their own merits. You said that much yourself.
[57 turns and leaves. FAL lets out a sigh.]
FAL: Life is hard...
...But that’s what makes it interesting, right?
That’s exactly what you overlooked, Alchemist.
Someone who fools herself into believing that she’s trapped in a flask can never break free.