Gate of Memoirs/Whistleblower

Loyalty is a double-edged sword, stained with good intentions.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Sky Fort" 	Music: "Sky Fort"
 	
*After disposing of the reinforcements, you follow Azius into the next hall, but stop short when you find him blocking the doorway.
 	
*Azius: Grigor. What are you doing here?
 	
*A trembling man turns in place, holding his arms up.
*Grigor: ...Master Azius! What a surprise...
*Grigor: After you left, the Archon ordered us to continue your work. I'm...I'm here to scour what's left.
 	
*Azius: How far along are you?
 	
*Grigor: The master operational system is already complete...
*Grigor: Soon, augmentation rates will be up almost fivefold.
*Grigor: Every healthy citizen will become a pawn in the power struggle between the Archon and the Admiral...
 	
*Azius: Tch... So it's that bad.
 	
*Azius: I won't stand for their tyranny any longer. and I will take care of that.
*Azius: Tell me everything I need to know about the systems.
*Azius: Have you taken them to the testing grounds?
 	
*The man shifts fearfully, and some instinct stirs deeply inside of you.
*This is a look of guilt.
*Grigor: ...Yes...Yes, we have. If you can make it out of here you'll find them exactly at the same location.
 	
*Azius: ..."If."
 	
*Grigor: I am deeply sorry, Master Azius.
*You whip around and find familiar canine machines stalking around the corners. Netherhounds.
*To your surprise, Azius does not seem upset.
 	
*Azius: I thought as much. You were always the loyal one, Grigor.
*Azius: Commendable, yes. And unfortunately so.
*Azius: You already knew I was here, didn't you?
*Azius: That explains the guards we ran into.
 	
*Grigor: I have a family, Master Azius. I'd be thrown in the dungeons and worse...
Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Azius: I didn't ask for excuses. I was merely expressing my disappointment.
*Azius: Alas, such are human sentiments. I don't particularly blame you.
 	
*There's that familiar casual callousness.
*Some things will always remain constant between the two iterations of this mad genius.
*You turn to face your approaching enemy—the master of the hounds.
 	
*Hadaron.
*...No, in this world, he was no friend of yours.
 	
*Azius: Well then. Are they sending even the watcher of the dead on a city-wide manhunt now?
*Azius: Sentinel.
 	
*His face as passive as ever, Hadaron—the Sentinel—merely readies his greataxe.
*Sentinel: I have my orders. Do not begrudge me.
 	
*Azius: How could I? I'm surrounded by loyal people! 
*Azius: Any self-respecting ruler would be swelling with pride.
 	
*Azius: But how long can this last, I wonder? A loyalty rooted in terror.
*Azius: Answer me that satisfactorily, and maybe, *just* maybe, I can begin to see some sort of method to this madness.
 	
*Sentinel: You waste your breath on such trifles.