Annals of the Scarlet Sands

Annals of the Scarlet Sands is the second part of .
==Steps==
# Return to Sumeru City to talk to Dunyarzad
# Wait for Dunyarzad at the usual place
# Go look for outside the tavern 
# Go to the location of Dakan Al-Ahmar
# Smash through all obstructions
#* Wave 1:
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#* Wave 2:
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# Talk to Idrisi and the others
==Gameplay Notes==
* During Step 5, a trial Dehya will join the party.
==Trial Character==
==Dialogue==
;(Use Nahida's All Schemes to Know on Dunyarzad, optional)
: Dunyarzad: (Can there still possibly be a good ending to all of this? They are father and daughter, after all...)
;(Talk to Dunyarzad)
: Dehya: We're back, my lady.
: Dunyarzad: Ah, you're back a lot sooner than I expected! You mustn't have run into any trouble, then. Well, how did it go? What did you come up with?
: Dehya: Actually, we are still investigating. It's just that... we've discovered something strange.
: Dunyarzad: I see... the clues you found have led you back here in the city?
: Dehya: Something like that, yeah.
: Dunyarzad: You all look a little dispirited. Whatever you found must not have been very encouraging after all.
: Dunyarzad: Why don't you discuss it with me? Maybe I'll be able to say something to cheer you up.
: Dehya: It's okay, my lady, it's not so much about me being upset with my father or anything like that... Ugh, how should I put this...
: Dunyarzad: So something IS wrong. Even the Traveler and Paimon have been uncharacteristically quiet...
: Dunyarzad: On any other day, Paimon would have already waved to me with a smile and shouted "Dunyarzad, we're baaaack!"
: Dunyarzad: So tell me, what happened?
: Paimon: Uh, w—well...
: Dehya: My lady, please prepare yourself for what we're going to tell you next. It concerns the master...
: Dunyarzad: The master... You mean my father?
: Dunyarzad: Okay, I understand. Don't worry about me, I'll listen as attentively as I can.
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: Dunyarzad: My father... has been supplying goods to Dakan Al-Ahmar?
: Dehya: Yeah. It makes as little sense to us as it does to you.
: Dehya: I've never doubted the master's integrity, so I'm having a real hard time rationalizing how he could ever support an infamous brigade like them.
: Dehya: Maybe he's not actually aware of the full story, and just stumbled into the deal by accident...
: That feels unlikely, though.
: Dunyarzad: I can't help but agree with the Traveler.
: Paimon: Huh? You mean you feel the same way, Dunyarzad?
: Dunyarzad: Thank you for sharing all this information with me.
: Dunyarzad: Since you've told me everything you know... I should also tell you about some doubts that I've been harboring for quite a while.
: Dunyarzad: In the past, I thought that my father hired a bodyguard for me so that I wouldn't run away and get lost.
: Dunyarzad: However, there are plenty of capable mercenaries in the Corps of Thirty. Why did my father go out of his way to hire Dehya?
: Dehya: Ah, about that... well, the Homayanis really needed bodyguards, so they reached out to the Blazing Beasts.
: Dehya: Later, the master told me that I was one of the best mercenaries he'd ever seen, and that I should stick around to become one of his bodyguards.
: Dehya: He offered me a pile of Mora, so I just signed on...
: Dunyarzad: Well, but that didn't really answer my question. Just think about it... why did my father specifically reach out to the Blazing Beasts?
: Dehya: Err, maybe the Corps of Thirty just didn't have anyone available? Or maybe someone recommended us? I've never given it too much thought...
: Dehya: ...I think I get what you're saying. You think none of this was a coincidence.
: Dunyarzad: Precisely. At first glance, nothing seems strange or out of place, but there are many parts of the story that don't actually make any sense.
: Dunyarzad: If my father had always been in contact with Dakan Al-Ahmar... then it would make sense for him to bring Dehya into our house.
: Paimon: You mean, the goal all along was to get Dehya to be your bodyguard?
: Dehya: No no no, that's too much of a stretch. I cut all my ties with my father a long time ago. He has no control over my life anymore.
: Dunyarzad: But that still doesn't rule out the possibility that your father has still been trying to influence your life without you knowing.
: Dehya: Hmm...
: Dehya: So... the master was not likely an innocent victim in all of this?
: That's what things are looking like at this point.
: Paimon: Sorry we put all this on you so suddenly, Dunyarzad...
: Dunyarzad: It's okay, Paimon. I should actually be thanking you.
: Dunyarzad: Regardless of his reasons, if my father has truly been funding a violent group of mercenaries, then it's my duty to bring him back to reason.
: Dehya: But is that... really the right thing to do?
: Dehya: My father has committed many atrocities, and deserves all the punishment that he has coming to him. I have zero sympathy for him. You may call me an ungrateful child, but my feelings will remain the same.
: Dehya: However... the Homayani family has treated me with nothing but generosity and kindness.
: Dehya: If we decide to investigate this further, we could end up implicating the entire Homayani family. I would be biting the hand that's fed me over all these years...
: Paimon: Dehya...
: Dunyarzad: It's alright, Dehya. If anyone were to ask, you could always just say that I'm the one who instructed you to get to the bottom of this.
: Dehya: You don't have to do that, my lady. I'm not conflicted because I'm afraid of taking responsibility... Besides, you're the one we should all be worried about right now.
: Paimon: Hey, it's still too early to give up hope! What was that thing about friendship again...
: True friendship is built on trust.
: Paimon: Right, yeah, trust! You said that yourself, Dehya.
: Paimon: Besides, there's no point on getting all riled up before we've even confirmed all the facts!
: If your trust hasn't been misplaced...
: Then he probably has many conflicting feelings as well.
: Dehya: Thank you, everyone. That makes a lot of sense. I guess I should always remember the trust that I've placed in people.
: Dehya: In which case... my lady, could you ask the master to come out and have a chat with us?
: Dunyarzad: Sure thing. I also hope he'll be able to give us a logical explanation. Let's meet at the usual place, then.
: Paimon: The... usual place? Ah, right!
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;(Approach the marked area)
: Dehya: Thank you for coming, sir.
: Dehya: Please allow me to introduce these two. This is , and next to is travel companion, Paimon.
: Shahzaman: Ah yes, my daughter has mentioned them from time to time. It's a privilege to finally meet them in person.
: Shahzaman: But we may skip all the pleasantries for now, what is the important matter you wished to discuss with me today?
: Dehya: Well, we wanted to bring this transaction record to your attention. There's something on this record that we're all pretty curious about...
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: Shahzaman: So that's what you've found, huh... Seems like I can't keep everything from you much longer.
: Dehya: If you wouldn't mind, we'd like an explanation.
: Shahzaman: Well, it's a long and difficult story, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing.
: Shahzaman: What I do know though, Dehya, is that the truth will bring you no solace. If anything, it will likely cause you a great amount of anguish.
: Dehya: Wait... me?
: Shahzaman: Yes. I understand perfectly why you came to see me, and I am touched by your collective commitment to do the right thing.
: Shahzaman: But knowledge always comes at a price, and sometimes, as they say, ignorance is bliss.
: Shahzaman: Your father Kusayla and I both believed that.
: Shahzaman: Of course, you have the right to seek and learn the truth, but I must warn you...
: Shahzaman: That the facts of this matter may reduce everything you've built for yourself into sand blowing in the wind.
: Shahzaman: If you must proceed, then Kusayla's heartfelt efforts will also fade into the wind like a fleeting mirage.
: Dehya: His... heartfelt efforts? I'm sorry sir, but I'm not sure I follow.
: Dehya: I've made it this far in life without a single drop of my father's support.
: Dehya: I have my own ideals and ways of looking at the world, as well as people and causes that I've chosen to cherish and fight for... None of these things have anything to do with him.
: Dehya: I came here today to support you as the head of the Homayani family. No warning will change my stance on that.
: Shahzaman: *sigh* I understand. Then let me tell you a little story.
: Shahzaman: Our family once needed to take a trip to the desert when Dunyarzad was just a baby. Along the way, we were attacked by bandits.
: Shahzaman: They had superior numbers, and quickly overpowered our bodyguards. When all seemed lost, a group of passerby Eremites lent us their support.
: Shahzaman: Those Eremites were Kusayla's brigade, Dakan Al-Ahmar.
: Shahzaman: Kusayla's men told me that the attackers were Eremite mercenaries just like themselves. I was shocked. Why would Dakan Al-Ahmar go so far to save us, and not spare the fellow Eremites?
: Shahzaman: Kusayla was grinning and walked over to play with baby Dunyarzad. She was startled by his unfamiliar face and nearly started crying.
: Dunyarzad: Really? I... never knew...
: Shahzaman: He said that he had no particular reason to help us. He just took pity on us because he had a daughter about the same age.
: Shahzaman: We started talking about our children, and I sensed that he was a devoted father.
: Shahzaman: To repay his kindness, I hired his brigade to help out at our estate for a time, and offered everyone generous remuneration.
: Dehya: So that's what happened...
:;(A flashback begins)
: Shahzaman: It was many years before I saw him again. I almost didn't recognize him the next time he came knocking on my door.
: Shahzaman: The man I knew to be strong and healthy had been reduced to a... shell of himself. He couldn't even walk anymore without his cane.
:;(Flashback ends)
: Dehya: So what happened to him? He was perfectly fine when I left the brigade...
: Shahzaman: I'm not too sure myself. The only thing that didn't change was his cheery disposition. He said there was absolutely nothing to worry about and that he had gotten into a fight, that was all.
: Shahzaman: He then suddenly asked me if Dunyarzad, now that she had grown, would need a bodyguard of her own.
: Shahzaman: At the time, Dunyarzad was going through a particularly severe bout of her Eleazar. There was no need for her to have a bodyguard when she could barely leave the house...
: Shahzaman: But he kept coming back to the topic... "C'mon, it never hurts to be safe." "How do you know a bodyguard won't come in handy one day?"
: Shahzaman: I was completely lost at first, until he recommended the "Blazing Beasts," and in particular, a mercenary named Dehya.
: Paimon: So he was the one who recommended Dehya to you!
: Shahzaman: Indeed. He didn't say it out loud, but it was clear that he saw Deshret's Relics as an evil group who would eventually corrupt every member in their ranks.
: Shahzaman: He was already beyond redemption, but he hoped that he would be able to detach his daughter from the vicious world of mercenary life.
: Shahzaman: If Dehya could stay in my house and keep working as a bodyguard, then gradually her affinity for the desert would decrease, and she'd be able to leave her previous life behind.
: Dunyarzad: And that's why you offered her such generous compensation?
: Shahzaman: Yes, but not just because of that. From the moment that he asked me for that favor, I also began to see Dehya as my own daughter.
: Shahzaman: And that's also why I tried to persuade you to stay when you asked for permission to leave. I was willing to spend however much it took...
: Shahzaman: Kusayla saved my daughter and me all those years ago in the desert. I could never refuse him entrusting his daughter to me.
: Dehya: Ugh, he was always like that... Acting like he's oh-so-smart and self-righteous...
: Shahzaman: Kusayla said that he'd reimburse me for a portion of Dehya's fees. I refused to take any Mora from him, but he'd always send me funds anyway.
: Shahzaman: Eventually, I just accepted them as a token of his gratitude. That went on for a while, until I received another letter from him a few years ago.
: Shahzaman: The letter contained a request to help him buy food, weapons, medicine, and even explosive materials.
: Paimon: Wait, isn't that around the time that Dakan Al-Ahmar started becoming more aggressive?
: Shahzaman: That's right. When I started to hear some nasty rumors, I became wary, and wanted to meet him face-to-face to discuss things.
: Shahzaman: But by then, he was no longer receptive to my requests to talk. If I had to guess... it's probably because he doesn't want to put Dehya at risk.
: But by that same token, he should have also stopped asking you for materials.
: Shahzaman: That thought occurred to me as well. I figured that he probably came to me for help because he had nobody else to turn to.
: Shahzaman: After some deliberation, I decided to send him some food and medicine. I turned down all his requests for explosives and weaponry.
: Shahzaman: I am aware that even such a reduced gesture of support could lead to others coming to harm, but I could not simply reject his plea for help.
: Shahzaman: In the end, it probably was the wrong decision. I plugged my ears to the rumors and just chose the solution that made me feel least guilty about myself.
: Dehya: ...If you can, please tell me where he is now.
: Dehya: None of the things he's doing right now make any sense if he's just trying to keep me from getting tangled up in his world...
: Dehya: If all he wants to do is steer clear of me, then maybe he shouldn't have brought me into this world in the first place.
: Paimon: Oh no, Dehya, please don't feel that way...
: Dehya: I'm just angry because I can't wrap my head around any of his actions.
: Maybe there's another way of looking at all of this...
:: Dehya: Another way? I dunno... I knew him, and he was nothing more than a childish brute. I can't understand what's going through his head.
: Can you try to believe in him... just one more time?
:: Dehya: I don't know, I really don't know... I don't think I can do it.
: Dehya: But I guess you do have a point... We haven't uncovered the whole truth yet. We still need to figure out his exact actions and reasoning for these last few years.
: Shahzaman: I'll do my best to help. Of course, anything between the two of you would need to be resolved between you and him alone.
: Shahzaman: I don't know Kusayla's exact whereabouts. Outside of supplying his brigade with some goods, I tried my best to avoid getting involved any further with him.
: Shahzaman: However, there's a man on the list named . He used to be a mercenary in the desert, and is now a member of the Corps of Thirty.
: Shahzaman: He's responsible for supplying weapons and liaising with Dakan Al-Ahmar's merchant caravan. I think he should know Kusayla's whereabouts.
: Shahzaman: I've heard that he likes to have a few drinks alone and enjoy the cool wind at outside of the . Maybe you'll be able to find him there.
: Dehya: Understood, thank you sir. Then I guess this is bye for now, unless...
: Dunyarzad: I'll stay and be with my father here... To be honest, I'm still a little dazed, and haven't finished processing everything quite yet.
: Dunyarzad: My father has indeed done something wrong, but if I think about it, I'm also not sure if there was a right way to handle this problem.
: Dunyarzad: I feel like... our only course of action is to turn everything we know over to the Corps of Thirty, and let them render judgment...
: Shahzaman: Yes. I am prepared to accept whatever verdict they choose.
: Shahzaman: It's time to face my mistakes...
;(Check objective)
:Word is that Jawad will be coming for drinks outside the .
;(Use Nahida's All Schemes to Know on Jawad, optional)
: Jawad: (Ah, that's the good stuff! Nothin' tastes better.)
;(Talk to Jawad)
: Jawad: Huh? Who are you guys?
: Dehya: I know what you've been up to. Smuggling weapons to violent brigades in the desert while working for the Corps? Pretty bold if you ask me.
: Jawad: Shh, keep your voice down! How do you know all that!?
: Jawad: Come with me, we should take this elsewhere. I'll be happy to talk things over once we're somewhere private.
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: Jawad: This place should do... Alright, back to my question, how did you all know about me?
: Dehya: Don't worry about that for now. You know what kind of punishment you'll face once we report you to the Corps, I assume?
: Jawad: Wait wait wait, there's no need to jump the gun! Let's talk this out. What are your terms?
: Paimon: So what's in it for you anyway? Mora?
: Jawad: Uhh... Well, I was a little tight on money at the time, and Kusayla took good care of me in the past...
: Jawad: I weighed it in my mind, and I couldn't find a reason to turn the opportunity down. I wouldn't only be helping my benefactor, but I could also make some quick Mora...
: Dehya: Let me tell you how it is. We're investigating Dakan Al-Ahmar, and we're gonna put an end to their operations.
: Dehya: If you provide some help for us, then we might just put in a good word later to reduce the terms of your punishment.
: Jawad: Hey, why don't we discuss this a little first? Listen, I made quite a bit of Mora from my last run. Just give me a number and I'm sure we can...
: Dehya: Shut it.
: Dehya: My patience is running out. You should know when a mercenary is after something other than money.
: Jawad: Alright, alright, sheesh. But ya gotta promise you'll put in some nice words for me later.
: Jawad: They're always on the move. Here's the spot they were at last time I made my delivery to the desert.
: Jawad: Feel free to go have a look. I'm just telling you, though, it's not on me if they're not there anymore.
: Dehya: Sure, and then you can forget about any nice words from us.
: Jawad: Hey, c'mon! Now you're just being unreasonable!
: Dehya: Really? And how do I know you're not leading us straight into a trap? Don't forget, you're the one with no bargaining chips.
: Jawad: Alright, I get it, I get it... Why don't you go take a look, and if they're not there anymore, I'll try to figure out something else for you all.
: Dehya: Now that's more like it. Let's move.
: Dehya: And as for you... try to stick around the city until we get back. You don't want us to call the folks from the Corps and have them drag you back to the city.
;(Talk to Jawad again)
: Jawad: Oh, don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere...
;(Use Nahida's All Schemes to Know on Jawad, optional)
: Jawad: (Ugh, just my luck. How did I get caught by her of all people?)
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;(Approach the marked area)
: Dehya: Hmm, seems like we're in luck. That should be their camp right up ahead.
: Dehya: Let's go. We'll finally get to the bottom of this ourselves.
;(After the cutscene)
: Dehya: I'm here to see Kusayla. Tell him to get out here!
: Tikriti: Huh? Dehya? Why are you here?
;(After defeating the first wave of Eremites)
: Dehya: Haven't you all done enough?
: Idrisi: Oh, so are you also here to stop us?
: Bashar: Stay outta this! It's got nothing to do with you!
;(After defeating the second wave of Eremites)
: Bashar: Sh—She's so strong...
: Dehya: Enough fighting. We all know each other, and I don't want to take things too far.
: Dehya: Just bring Kusayla to me! There's no use hiding him anymore!
: Tikriti: ...
: Dehya: Did you understand a single word I just said? Or do I need to bash your skull in some more?
: Idrisi: Alright, everyone, let's all just calm down for a second.
: Idrisi: Um, Dehya, the boss can't come out and see you anymore.
: Idrisi: He died a long time ago.
: Dehya: What...?
: Bashar: Seems like you've been out of the loop for a while. Guess that's for the best, though... at least that's what the old man wanted.
: Dehya: When did he die? What happened to him?
: Tikriti: A few years ago, Kusayla broke up Dakan Al-Ahmar, and went to the Deshret's Relics headquarters by himself.
: Paimon: So is that when you guys started acting up?
: Bashar: We would prefer to call it "taking revenge." Every last person in Deshret's Relics must pay in blood for what they did!
: So that's why they turned on each other...
: It was all motivated by revenge...
: Idrisi: Let me start from the beginning. Dehya, do you know how the head of the Relics maintained order internally?
: Dehya: Overwhelming strength, and unquestionable authority?
: Idrisi: Those were a part of it, yes. But just those on their own weren't enough. They had another tool at their disposal. They called it a person's "record."
: Idrisi: Regardless of whether they joined by their own will or were coerced, every person in Deshret's Relics were forced to leave a record of themselves at headquarters.
: Idrisi: Whether it be their deepest sin, some unforgivable act, or their most immoral exploit, the record served both as a symbol of loyalty and the perfect material for blackmail.
: So you mean...
: Kusayla thought there was no escaping the records.
: Idrisi: That's precisely it. Every one of us have a record... me, Bashar, Tikriti, and all the boys who grew up with Dehya and ended up joining our ranks.
: Idrisi: But you, Dehya... you were never asked to provide a record, were you?
: Dehya: I... I never even knew this was a requirement...
: Idrisi: You were probably the only person in all of Deshret's Relics who didn't know about it.
: Bashar: Ever since you were born, boss had been trying to shield you from this organization's sinister rules.
: Bashar: Not only that, but he also banned all of us from committing any nefarious acts. He said he'd take care of the dues we had to pay regularly to headquarters...
: Bashar: But in the end, he was just an ordinary person. What could he do?
: Bashar: He was forced to go to headquarters again and again to account for missed dues and incomplete records. He'd come up with all kinds of excuses, and get beaten up as a result.
: Tikriti: We all knew he was doing that for you. He wanted to get you out of this world, no matter what it took.
: Paimon: ...And that was why he became a shell of himself, and couldn't walk without a cane.
: Dehya: Wait, but that doesn't make any sense. I didn't know about any of this, and I'd never seen him get injured or beaten...
: Idrisi: Because you were too young at the time. How would you ever tell between wounds from a beating and wounds from battle?
: Idrisi: When you left home after that final argument with him, he seemed to age by a decade overnight. Even his hair went gray.
: Dehya: So, even the Blazing Beasts were...
: Bashar: Yep, it was all his doing. Had he not arranged them to come to you, you probably would have been reduced to a pulp before you ever left the desert.
;(Illustrations of Idrisi's meeting with Kusayla and Kusayla's arson of the Dakan Al-Ahmar headquarters appear as Idrisi and Tikriti narrate)
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	Idrisi: A few years ago, boss said he needed to make another trip to headquarters. He was already pretty weak then, and we all assumed he was going to get beaten again.
	Idrisi: I suggested that he hand the role of leadership over to me, but he said there was no longer any need, since Dakan Al-Ahmar would soon be no more.
	Idrisi: His words made no sense to me, but that night, we heard that a massive fire tore through headquarters, and razed everyone's "records" to ash.
	Tikriti: Everyone gained their freedom that night. Many members fled... not just from our ranks, but from the other brigades as well.
:;(End of illustrations)
: Tikriti: But how could we leave with a clear conscience? All of us, who knew exactly what had happened...
: Bashar: The boss can't have just died for nothing! Those heartless jerks at headquarters took him from us!
: Idrisi: From that point on, the sole purpose of Dakan Al-Ahmar became revenge.
: Idrisi: The big fire that boss started was quite a blow to headquarters' strength. It's given us the opportunity to launch our attack.
: Idrisi: Even though we're outnumbered, we've vowed to see our revenge through to the very end.
: But Deshret's Relics haven't been the only victims of your revenge.
: Idrisi: There were people from headquarters who changed their names and went into hiding. Some fled to other brigades, and others escaped to the rainforest.
: Idrisi: But we won't let any of them escape our wrath. They'll all pay for what they've done.
: Bashar: We've suffered plenty of losses as well. To keep going, we need an enormous amount of supplies... from food and medicine to weaponry and explosives.
: Bashar: All we can do is exchange our loot for Mora, and then use that to get supplies.
: Bashar: We forged boss's handwriting and sent out many letters to his former friends. Thankfully, many people were willing to come to our aid.
: Bashar: We were also able to attract many mercenaries who shared our goal. We've endured unspeakable pain to win many impossible battles...
: Bashar: Deshret's Relics have become weaker and weaker, and now... we finally have an opportunity to directly strike their headquarters.
: Paimon: Uh... Paimon doesn't know what to say anymore.
: Responding to violence with more violence will only cause more pain.
: Do you have any idea the amount of damage you've done?
: Idrisi: Hah, we do know right from wrong. But we were sinners from the very beginning... We do not deserve the freedom that the boss won for us with his life.
: Idrisi: Boss always loved his old-fashioned hero stories... those tales about sacrificing yourself to save the world.
: Idrisi: We used to always laugh at him for it, but in the end, he really went and lived those stories out himself...
: Idrisi: As for me, I never considered myself a hero. We're all the lowest of the low. We have no right to even imagine such an existence.
: Idrisi: But maybe those hero stories he liked foreshadowed everything that was to come. The spirit of the hero touched all those he had saved, and more and more people joined his cause...
: Idrisi: Maybe we were all just acting along with the play in the beginning, but as we acted the parts and recited the lines, we were drawn in, and now we want to see the story through to the end...
: Idrisi: I'm sorry, Dehya. I know you always found us insufferable ever since you were young. Just think of this as a madman ranting.
: Dehya: ...
: Dehya: I'll go with you.
: Paimon: Huh? Dehya, you want to go with them?
: Dehya: I grew up with these guys, and I know they're not bad people. It's just that some situations get so bad that it's difficult to tell good from evil...
: Dehya: All I know is that Deshret's Relics must be destroyed.
: Dehya: Furthermore... I want to go see the place for myself. I want to know if my father is still there...
: Dehya: I know you don't want to get involved in this, so there's no need for you to tag along. I can do this on my own.
: I'm on your side, Dehya.
: No, I made a promise to Dunyarzad to support you.
: Paimon: Yeah, Paimon feels like we'd only regret it if we don't see this through to the end...
: Dehya: Thank you. We'll be a lot stronger together with you.
: Idrisi: Haha, I bet boss would lose his mind if he ever knew you'd join us at the very last moment like this.
: Tikriti: Considering all the losses and injuries we've sustained... We can't afford to turn down someone as powerful as you.
: Dehya: He can think whatever he wants...
: Dehya: ...But the fact is, I owe him this much.
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