It's What He Deserves

It's What He Deserves is the third part of .
==Steps==
# Go to the Beret Society's gathering place
# Look for clues in this area
# Go to the production zone
# Investigate the production zone with Wriothesley
# Go after the Beret Society members that escaped
# Go to the Beret Society's real headquarters
#* Enter Dougier's "Kingdom"
# Talk to Wriothesley
# Proceed deeper
# Rescue the victims and investigate
# Continue exploring
# Operate the device in front of you
# Proceed further
# Try opening the door in front of you
# Return to the center room and try opening the new door
# Proceed to the deepest area
# Defeat the Gardemeks
#* Wave 1: 
#* Wave 2: 
# Wait until two days later (11:00 - 13:00)
# Meet up with Wriothesley at the Coupon Cafeteria
==Gameplay Notes==
* During steps 4 and 5, the party will be limited to the Traveler.
* During steps 8–16, Wriothesley will join the party as a trial character.
==Trial Character==
==Dialogue==
: Ielmini: Your Grace, we have taken the society members into custody.
: Ielmini: They all tried to flee just a little while ago, as if they had received some kind of order.
: Ielmini: We decided to act to forestall their plan, and were about to send the word when you unexpectedly arrived.
: Wriothesley: Great work, everyone.
: Paimon: You had prepared for something like this all along?
: Wriothesley: I had them stay here to keep an eye on things, so I'm glad that my intuition turned out to be correct.
: Wriothesley: Perform a thorough search of the Society's headquarters and bring all the members to me.
: Ielmini: Understood, Your Grace.
: Wriothesley: Now, let's check on them. 
: Wriothesley: As expected, they all have a hollow thorn inserted into a wound on their head.
: Paimon: Waaah!!!
: Paimon: Paimon's glad her eyesight isn't so good that she could see it from here... Paimon's gonna float away for a bit.
: They didn't pull the thorn out?
: Wriothesley: They probably left it there as a lasting reminder of Dougier's "censure."
: Wriothesley: ...These people must have had to endure an unimaginable amount of pain.
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: Wriothesley: Let's check out the other areas, too.
;(Talk to Wriothesley)
: Wriothesley: Look at what I found.
: This is...
: Wriothesley: This is a surveillance port. With this, Dougier would be able to remotely monitor everything that's happening at the gathering place.
: Wriothesley: So even if Dougier's not there in person, he'll still always have eyes on the members.
: That'd explain why they were all so terrified.
: Wriothesley: Indeed. It's easy to become lost and confused when you're given no instructions, or any kind of script to follow.
: Wriothesley: And if any action you take may be deemed a mistake, then perhaps it's better to do less, or to not do anything at all.
: Wriothesley: Dougier has already tamed them to his will.
;(Talk to Wriothesley again, optional)
: Wriothesley: All this time, he's been treating them like animals.
;(Observe Papers)
:Observe Papers: (These papers are actually outdated, but they look brand new. It seems like no one has ever flipped through them.)
:Observe Papers: (If you look closely, even the creases are almost identical. They don't seem to have formed naturally through reading...)
;(Talk to Paimon)
: Paimon: This is a book that Paimon found in a box next to the bookshelf. Its contents are exactly the same as this book on the shelf.
: Paimon: The colors of their covers are completely different, though, and the names of the authors also don't match up...
: So these were also just for show...
: To make it look like the bookshelf's being added to and maintained...
: Paimon: Yeah, and they dared to claim that they wrote these, too! Hmph!
;(If the player takes too much time)
: Paimon: Hey, , come here! Have a look at this!
;(After collecting all the clues)
: Ielmini: Your Grace, Your Grace!
: Wriothesley: What's the matter?
: Ielmini: We couldn't find any Society members in the other areas. It also seems like none of the equipment in those rooms were ever used — all the signs of wear and tear are fake.
: Ielmini: The limescale, the layers of dust... they were all deliberately added.
: Ielmini: We also investigated the members' residences, and weren't able to find anything. Their neighbors all say that they haven't returned home for ages.
: Wriothesley: Oh... Is that right...
: Paimon: They're gone? That could only mean...
: The Society put a lot of effort into building a front.
: Their real headquarters are elsewhere.
: Wriothesley: Indeed. As long as he allowed Society members to mingle with others, even with threats of censure, Dougier knew that he could not stop all of his members from speaking out.
: Wriothesley: Meanwhile, this marvelous "gathering place" will lose all of its value as soon as a whistleblower sounds the alarm.
: Wriothesley: So intead of this being his real base, this is just an alaborate performance. The rest areas, the fancy equipment, even the members that we saw... they were merely a part of the front.
: Wriothesley: And only the most docile and well-trained members were selected as his "performers."
: Paimon: But then... where can we actually find him?
: Wriothesley: Let me think...
: Wriothesley: Dougier must be holding all the rest of his members in another place. And if the overseer of my Fortress Guard has never alerted me to anything of the sort...
: Wriothesley: He must be in Dougier's pocket.
: Let's go find him.
: He can tell us where the real headquarters are.
: Wriothesley: I'm of the same mind. Let's go. You too, follow me.
;(Enter the Production Zone Lower Level)
: Paimon: Did that person flee here?
: Wriothesley: That's the most likely scenario to me. He's probably already caught wind of Dougier's declaration of war against me, and has fled to seek his protection.
: Wriothesley: Let's keep heading down. There are some abandoned areas in there. Since he needs space, I'd guess Dougier probably converted them into his headquarters.
: Wriothesley: We should be on the right track. Now, we just need to find that turncoat.
: Wriothesley: Let's go. We can take this path, you guys take the other.
;(Follow Wriothesley)
: Paimon: Look, there's a fallen guard over there! Paimon sees some Society members, too!
: Wriothesley: After them.
: Wyler: It's Wriothesley! Run!
;(Catch Wyler)
: Gouzien: *panting*... *panting*
: Wriothesley: Did Dougier send you? Why did you attack that guard?
: Wyler: ...
: Paimon: C'mon, it's time to talk! Can't you see that he's trying to help!?
: Wriothesley: I will take your cooperation into consideration when it comes time to hand out sentences.
: Wyler: Mr. Dougier, h—he... didn't want this guy to expose our true location...
: Wyler: We were just about to dispose of him when you caught up to us.
: Wriothesley: So in other words, your headquarters should be this way?
: Gouzien: Y—Yes, it's just down this way. You'll make it there once you've seen and passed through a large drainage pipe.
: Now that's more like it.
: Wriothesley: Guards, take them away.
: Wriothesley: Let's go. It's about time that we find out what Dougier's really after.
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;(Enter Dougier's "Kingdom")
: Paimon: There's so much space down here...
: Wriothesley: Yeah, these are all former work areas. They've been left abandoned due to a lack of funds.
: Wriothesley: There are usually guards on patrol here... *sigh* It would seem that all of those guards have been bought as well.
: Wriothesley: Stay sharp. He's got a ton of surprises waiting for us, I'm sure.
;(Defeat the Society members and Recon Log Meks)
: Paimon: Hey, are you okay?
: Wriothesley: You're safe now. Just follow the guards and leave this place.
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: Paimon: Who knew that there'd be Gardemeks here... Dougier really prepared for everything.
: Wriothesley: That would explain the strange decommission requests I received, as well as account for all the Gardemeks that had mysteriously gone missing.
: Wriothesley: Seems like he's prepared for an all-out confrontation with me.
: Paimon: Hey, what's this?
: Wriothesley: Seems like some kind of handbook. Let me see...
: Wriothesley: Ah, this should be the Society's real rulesbook. It lists all the rules that they are expected to follow.
: Wriothesley: Members are not permitted to speak to each other, or to leave without formal permission...
: Wriothesley: Five members shall form a group, and the whole group shall be punished for any single member's wrongdoings...
: Wriothesley: Anyone who reports a fellow member's misbehavior shall be rewarded with food and water.
: Wriothesley: ...I see, so it's much as I expected.
: Paimon: But that's just cruel and unreasonable...
: Wriothesley: To obtain food and water, prisoners are forced to snitch on others, and in the process, cause pain to those around them.
: Wriothesley: To avoid punishment, they learn to stop talking with one another. This leaves the wounds they've already received to fester, however, and so resentment builds, until every prisoner has become an island.
: Wriothesley: Finally, isolated and without hope, they accept their fate as Dougier's slaves.
: That's terrible.
: The whole thing is an affront to human dignity.
: Wriothesley: Do you remember what happened to Paimon? She rejected all the snacks in the box once she was spooked by that black gem.
: Wriothesley: She's usually all for tasty snacks, but she chose to go against heer instincts after a negative experience.
: Paimon: Ugh, is that the best example you could come up with? Anyway, Paimon still thinks she made the right decision. It never hurts to be careful...
: Wriothesley: No, your decision was valid. However, it's also valid to interpret that as a decision that you only made under emotional duress.
: Wriothesley: The human heart is like a raft in a vast and empty ocean. We convince ourselves that we're in control, but in truth, a single wave could sweep us off course, and send us crashing into the path of a storm.
: Wriothesley: Those who use fear to lead others astray must pay for that crime.
;(Investigate Messily-Written Note, optional)
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::I vow to never run away again.
::I vow not to speak without permission.
::I vow to keep remain conscious while being censured.
::I vow to earnestly carry out any order given to me by Master Dougier.
::I vow to actively denounce any behavior of my fellow Society members who undermine the Society's unity.
::I vow to voluntarily accept a fourth-degree or higher punishment should I violate any part of my oath.
::
::(The entire text is hand-written. The paper is creased and the handwriting is sloppy, suggesting it was written in a state of extreme distress.)
::(It was signed at the end with a fingerprint rather than a signature. Judging from the mark, however, it certainly doesn't appear to have been made with a gentle pigment, like that of an ink pad.)
;(Approach the large locked door)
: Wriothesley: If I'm not mistaken, the space ahead should be the central area of thisn place, but the door's been locked.
: Wriothesley: Rather than confront Dougier, I think it's important right now for us to rescue as many Society members as possible.
: Wriothesley: You guys should wait here. We'll try to open the door and check out some other spots.
: Paimon: Open the door... Would we have to do something to this mechanism here? Ugh, Paimon doesn't get it at all...
: Paimon: Forget it, Paimon's just going to do some trial and error.
;(Operate the device)
: Paimon: Whoa, it's turning! Is it because we touched this thing?
;(Unlock the right side door)
: Paimon: Look, the other side's open! Let's go.
;(Enter the room with the high ceiling)
: Paimon: Whoa, it's so high! We're not gonna have to climb all the way up, are we...?
: Wriothesley: Let's activate the mechanism in front of us first, just like before. See if that changes anything.
;(Activate the mechanism if the limiter device has not been removed)
: Paimon: Hmm, looks like there's a mechanism that's gotten stuck. It won't turn alongside the others...
: Paimon: Is there something we can do?
;(Raise the water level)
: Paimon: Ooh, the water level's gone way up! So that's how we'll make it to the top!
;(Enter the prison room)
: Wriothesley: These should be the prison cells.
: Wriothesley: Hmm... Lots of empty cells in here. Dougier's probably moved them elsewhere already.
: Paimon: Let's still rescue the ones that got left behind, though. Every person counts!
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: Paimon: Hey, it's alright now! You can leave this place!
: Eclancher: No... No! I won't try to leave anymore. I'll never try to leave again!
: Eclancher: Don't get close to me. I don't want any trouble!
: Paimon: No, we're not gonna do that. Please calm down, we're not bad people!
: Wriothesley: We won't be able to get through to her right now. Not with the stress response in the way.
: Wriothesley: I'd also guess there are many others here who are more or less like her. Let's let the guards take care of them for now, and keep pushing forward.
: Avice and Faissolle are still in danger.
: Paimon: ...Alright. Let's search for an exit first.
;(Investigate Tattered Dialogue, optional)
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::I'm so hungry... Please give me something to eat, I'm begging you.
::Don't pass me a note, are you trying to get us killed?
::Please, I'm hungry, so hungry...
::I'll report you if you keep this up. It's almost time for the inspection, straighten up.
::So hungry...
::...
::So hungry...
::...
::So hungry...
::...
::So hungry...
::...
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::(What follows is constant repitition, with the handwriting becoming increasingly faint, failing to convey anything of use.)
::(The bottom half of the note is severely damaged and has a dirty shoe print on it. It looks like whoever wrote this has been taken away.)
;(Investigate A Letter Left Behind, optional)
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::Dear Lauren, my sweetest daughter, I have no choice but to say goodbye to you in this way. Since our separation, not a moment goes by when I do not wish that I could leave for Fortress of Meropide as soon as possible and come back to you — to go back to being the father you looked up to the most.
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::Perhaps I'm the only one who naively believes that sinners are forgiven. The moment one is handed a sentence, they are already dead, leaving only a husk of flesh that must atone. Nobody shows compassion for the flesh — it is utterly filthy, and utterly worthless.
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::Don't make the wrong choices, Lauren. Don't do bad things. Live a beautiful life. So your best to become a better you. Try to embrace all the right things in this world, and don't leave any regrets behind like I did.
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::Do not try speaking for me. Nobody here can be trusted. They're all monsters with human faces with not the slightest shred of decency, constantly starving beyond measure. Stay far, far away from this place.
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::No matter how you feel inside about a father like me, I still want you to know that I wish I could see you, and that I love you very much.
;(View the terminal, optional)
: Paimon: This seems to be something like a console...
: Wriothesley: This is a surveillance terminal. The information collected by the surveillance ports we found previously will be sent here.
: Wriothesley: I'm sure Dougier really enjoyed sitting here and making his people dance like puppets on strings.
: Paimon: Grrr... That makes Paimon even angrier!
;(Open the door)
: Secaille: Ah, the door's open! Maybe it's His Grace. I'll go take a look!
: Wriothesley: I leave this area to you. Make sure to bring everyone out safe.
: Secaille: Understood, and please take care as well, Your Grace. We'll return here right away and await your orders.
: Wriothesley: Mm-hmm, just focus on the tasks you've been given. I already have reliable help over here.
: Wriothesley: Let's go back. We have unfinished business, do we not?
: Wriothesley: That mechanism from the first room... Maybe we'll also need to hold it in place using the same device to open the door that leads to the central area.
: Wriothesley: Don't forget to bring these along.
;(Talk to Eclancher or Secaille again, optional)
: Secaille: The guards from the Fortress of Meropide have already taken control of this area. You're safe now.
: Eclancher: *whimpers*
;(Return to the first mechanism without any Limiting Devices, optional)
: Paimon: Uh... You didn't bring the thing that we'll need to hold the mechanism in place?
: Paimon: Paimon doesn't think we'll be able to open the door like this... Let's go back.
;(Enter the deepest area)
: Dougier: I must confess to being furious. To think that there are still some of you who find it permissible to spit upon our rules.
: Dougier: Remember their names: Faissolle and Avice. They've betrayed you — betrayed us!
: Dougier: And today, you will see with your own eyes what will happen to those who betray our cause!
: Dougier: Go on, Avice. Pierce his skull with the thorn in your hands, and then push in the Aqua Doloris.
: Dougier: Of course, you will do it one drop at a time. Let it do its magic again and again, and don't stop until you've pushed all of it in!
: Avice: Faissolle... I'm sorry...
: Faissolle: It... It's okay... I'll... find a way to endure...
: Dougier: Oh, shut your wretched mouths. When did I give you permission to speak!?
: Dougier: My rules are the paramount law of this place. Only more pain will come to those who dare to disobey!
: Wriothesley: That's enough, Dougier. Your rabid screams have been beyond nauseating.
: Deparis: !!!
: Fidelin: Is that... His Grace!?
: Dougier: Ah, Wriothesley... I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to be so quick.
: Dougier: Must you refuse to let me be? Did I not spell everything out for you already? What's so blasphemous about sharing a slice of the cake with me when you've already got the entire fortress at your feet?
: Wriothesley: It would seem that you can't see the difference between "sharing" and "looting," and on top of that...
: Wriothesley: Look at your people. Are they not starving as you wolf down your cake?
: Dougier: You...! Stop acting all high and mighty like some hero of justice!
: Dougier: Have you forgotten? Nobody in this blasted Fortress is innocent! We are all irredeemable monsters who have destroyed something that others hold dear.
: Dougier: What's so wrong about punishing those who deserve to be punished? It's what they've always deserved!
: Dougier: And please, are you really going to tell me that you care about their lives and well-being when you just need a supply of labor to keep this place running? Isn't that all you need to keep your cushy life?
: Wriothesley: Sadly, you're wrong on both counts. Unlike you, I've never seen them as currency.
: Wriothesley: The Fortress is not only a place for confinement, but also a place for rebirth.
: Wriothesley: Just as people are free to give in to the darkness within their hearts, they are also free to seek redemption and a new beginning. Our bodies have limits, but our spirits will always remain free.
: Wriothesley: They may have made mistakes, but they are still human being with people and things that they cherish...
: Wriothesley: And most importantly, they should always retain the freedom to choose their own path once they've reflected on their past misdeeds!
: Wriothesley: But you! You're destroying their spirits with fear! Taking their freedom away, so that they will become slaves who'll never again feel or think!
: Wriothesley: And you say that's what they've always deserved? You're nothing compared to them.
: Paimon: He... He's really mad!
: I feel the same way.
: Honestly, he's been keeping it in until now.
: Dougier: You think me arrogant, Wriothesley? Well, I think you're too young and naive. You understand nothing of the world.
: Dougier: Nobody actually sees this Fortress as any kind of just or wonderful place. See it for what it is — a dumping ground of pain and misery, irredeemable now, and irredeemable forever!
: Dougier: No prisoner will listen to you out of the gratitude of their hearts. The whip is the only way to make them obey!
: Dougier: Had you been just one step slower, I would have already taken control of all the Gardemeks in this place.
: Dougier: Your Vision gives you strength, but how long will it hold against these powerful constructs?
: Wriothesley: Hmph, you talk big, but in the end, you know nothing outside of power and control. In that case... let me give you a small taste of what real power looks like.
;(After defeating the Gardemeks, a cinematic plays)
:;(Wriothsley dispatches the last of the Gardemeks and turns on Dougier)
::Wriothesley: If you think fear can control everything...
::Wriothesley: Well then, terrify me.
::Dougier: Don't high-road me!
::Dougier: You're just another crook!
:;(Dougier pulls out a gun and fires at Wriothesley, missing)
::Dougier: And it's time you got treated like one!
:;(Failing to hit Wriothesley, Dougier levels his gun at Paimon)
:;(Wriothesley rushes forwards, grabs Dougier's neck, and lifts him off the ground)
::Wriothesley: What's the matter?
::Wriothesley: Too scared to shoot straight?
::Dougier: I—I'm warning you
::Dougier: Unauthorized punishment and torture are prohibited here!
::Dougier: As the Duke
::Dougier: You should set an example...
::Wriothesley: Funny how that slipped my mind
:;(Wriothesley slams Dougier into the ground)
::Wriothesley: Well from this point on
::Wriothesley: You can forget about that rule
::Wriothesley: The rules of the Fortress
::Wriothesley: Are there to keep the likes of you in check
::Wriothesley: But if the Duke wants somebody dead
::Wriothesley: He needs no justification
::Wriothesley: Understood?
:;(Cinematic ends)
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;(Return to The Copper Keep)
: Wriothesley: Sorry for taking so long. Did I keep you waiting?
: Paimon: No, not at all. Paimon didn't know you were so considerate.
: Wriothesley: Heh, if you ask me, I'd say I actually feel very helpless. There's no way that I could truly empathize with the fear that the members felt every day.
: Wriothesley: I could comfort and compensate them all I want, but it might still not be enough to repair the damage that has been done.
: Wriothesley: I have to take responsibility for it, as does the Fortress.
: At least we were able to stop it before it got any worse, right?
:: Wriothesley: Yeah, it's the least that we could do.
: Maybe you should give a more formal apology.
:: Wriothesley: You're right. Besides formal apologies and reprimands, I also probably need to head upstairs to have a talk about how best to manage the guards.
: You sound more serious than usual.
:: Wriothesley: Even I wouldn't be able to find humor in a situation like this.
: Paimon: So, do you have a plan for how you're gonna deal with him yet?
: Wriothesley: Oh, Dougier? I've already got an idea.
: Wriothesley: For now, I think I'll do nothing.
: Paimon: Huh? Why?
: Wriothesley: I think it's a very fitting punishment for him to have to imagine the sorts of punishments that will soon be coming his way.
: Wriothesley: He'll be left in the dark with regards to both the dates and the details of his punishment.
: Wriothesley: Of course, that's not to say that I'll be letting him off scot-free. It's not often that I actually get the chance to be creative with my punishments.
: Wriothesley: I'm going to talk to the members of the Society. He'll get a chance to experience everything that he's ever inflicted on them.
: Good idea.
: I suppose this is a kind of punishment that only the Fortress can mete out.
: Paimon: Paimon didn't know you could also be so harsh... Looks like she should watch her tongue when she's around you in the future.
: Wriothesley: Why do you think I'd do that kind of thing to you? You offend me, Paimon.
: Wriothesley: Anyway, jokes aside, there's still a lot for me to take care of, so...
: Wriothesley: How about this? I'll treat you to a meal in two days at the Coupon Cafeteria. We should have a better handle on things by then.
: Paimon: Uh... No, Paimon's had enough of that place...
: Wriothesley: Don't worry, it won't be the same old Welfare Meal. I'll make the necessary arrangements.
: Paimon: Oh, then you've got yourself a deal!
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;(Approach the Coupon Cafeteria, where several Super Deluxe Welfare Meals sit prepared on a table)
: Wriothesley: Ah, you're here.
: Paimon: Paimon never forgets about meals! Even if forgets, Paimon will remind for sure!
: You say that as if I haven't been feeding you or something...
: Paimon: Ah, that's not what Paimon meant at all! Wriothesley, you got what Paimon meant, right...?
: Wriothesley: Mm? I'm a little confused, actually.
: Paimon: Hey, not you, too!
: Wriothesley: Jokes aside, I've got some good news. After taking a look, the doctors have let me know that it shouldn't be too difficult to extract the thorns.
: Wriothesley: Which means that everyone should be able to recover after a period of rest.
: Wriothesley: As for their mental recoveries, most are making good progress as well. We've added a few who were more severely affected to a special observation list.
: Paimon: You've sure got everything taken care of, Wriothesley!
: Wriothesley: I try my best. After all, it's my duty to take care of everything that happens within my territory.
: I have a question for you, actually.
: Wriothesley: Please go ahead.
: Your flashbacks when you picked up the gem...
: Your anger when you confronted Dougier...
: Wriothesley: Ah, that's a bit of a long story...
: Wriothesley: I once had a similar experience. It had to do with the host family I lived with as a child...
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:;(A flashback begins)
: Wriothesley: I was an orphan adopted by a couple with a great deal of love in their hearts. I had many siblings, and we all adored each other.
: Wriothesley: Once we were older, Mom and Dad would turn us over to be individually adopted by families of greater means, and go on to adopt more young children...
: Wriothesley: They were perfect parents — or so I thought.
:;(Flashback ends)
: Paimon: And then...?
: Wriothesley: And then I found out we were merely raised as livestock. Once we had reached a certain age, our "parents" would bring us to the market for sale.
: Wriothesley: All children that were sold would leave the house, and nobody would know what became of them. As for those who didn't sell... they were merely "disposed of."
: Wriothesley: Did you know? I once considered myself an extremely lucky child. And all of my friends — all of my siblings — they all felt this way as well...
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:;(A flashback begins)
: Wriothesley: I was also not the first to find out about the truth. All those who found out before me were simply added to the disposal pile.
: Wriothesley: I could never shake the feeling of irony every time I juxtaposed their tragic ends against our parents' adoring smiles.
: That explains a lot...
: Wriothesley: Yes, like the Society, my parents created a facade of joy, lied to satiate their desires, and even employed incredibly cruel methods to keep their grasp on power.
: Wriothesley: They did all of that, but never considered how their actions would utterly ruin all the children they took under their wing. Worse, perhaps they never cared about that at all.
: Wriothesley: —But I did.
:;(Flashback ends)
: Wriothesley: So, in the end, I killed them, and set all of the remaining children free. I was convicted for my crimes, and exiled to the Fortress of Meropide.
: Paimon: Oh...
: Wriothesley: My methods were extreme, yes...
: Wriothesley: But I was still a teenager at the time. I'd been betrayed by those I trusted most, and I didn't think that more "moderate" ways would solve the problem.
: Wriothesley: My doubt and helpless anger pushed me forward until I got what I deserved.
: I have to... take some time to process that.
: I don't really know what to say.
: Wriothesley: It's alright, you don't have to tell me what you think. I've already committed to this path, regardless of what anyone may say about it.
: Wriothesley: The least I can do is to make sure that the same tragedy will not happen again in my new home.
: Avice: Sorry to disturb you, everyone...
: Paimon: Oh, it's Avice and Faissolle! Are you two feeling better yet?
: Faissolle: It was all because you arrived in time. I managed to escape unscathed.
: Glad to hear it.
: Avice: We came here on impulse today, because we were hoping that you'd be able to lend us a hand, Your Grace...
: Wriothesley: Please go on right ahead. I'll do my best to help — within reason, of course.
: Faissolle: It's... Erm... I'd like to be wedded to Avice here at the Fortress...
: Paimon: You're getting married!?
: Faissolle: Yeah, we met each other through the Society, and both fell into Dougier's trap.
: Faissolle: But even during our time there, we never doubted each other. We always believed that Dougier was manipulating us, trying to make us mistrust each other.
: Faissolle: And after this incident... We've come to believe that we've found "the one" for the rest of our lives.
: Avice: Hehe, you could say we managed to make the best out of a bad situation. He didn't abandon me, and I didn't forsake him either.
: Avice: But we're still both prisoners, and we also aren't sure if the Fortress is the best place to host something so celebratory...
: Avice: So we are just wondering... Is our request a bit too out of line?
: Wriothesley: Hmm, you're right in that the Fortress has never hosted a wedding before...
: Wriothesley: But that's no reason to say no, is it? I'll help you make the arrangements. If you need anything special shipped in from the surface, just say the word.
: Faissolle: We can't thank you enough, Your Grace!
: Faissolle: We are actually also planning to stay here after the conclusion of our sentences.
: Avice: Yeah, we've already made tons of special memories here, so now, it'd be too hard to leave.
: Avice: And we have full confidence in the Fortress' future with you at the helm, Your Grace.
: Wriothesley: Your trust is the highest form of praise.
: Paimon: Hey, loosen up a bit. Shouldn't you be the happiest man in Teyvat to hear that people would like to stay of their own free will?
: Wriothesley: Yeah...
: Wriothesley: I'll always take a genuine expression of faith over any obligation to obey.
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