Urgh...
His body structure is compromised all over, I'll have to perform emergency treatment...
After you're done, put him near the Iso-Device. If he can't recover his memory... You can only hope that he can hold on until the Purifying Force arrives.
Hopefully...
...
I'm sorry, but we can't stay by your side.
So please, do not leave the Iso-Device field.
Wait. Those Corrupted ahead are behaving... strangely...
Urgh—
What?
Even if the Corrupted here are stronger than those outside, they should still be susceptible to damage.
There are... strange devices inside these Corrupted...
That's... the core modules of Iso-Devices...
So you mean, they gained new abilities by corrupting the Iso-Devices?
This is severe. Iso-Device corruption... HQ didn't mention any of this.
So that's why the Iso-Devices were sealed off before we arrived.
But then, how should we deal with these new Corrupted?
Connecting—
Hi, hi! Gray Ravens!
You again?
Just a kind little reminder—
There are several... tricky folks heading toward your way.
What a timely reminder—those "tricky folks" are already right here.
So you don't need a little tip then?
...
Hmph. Their shields can be neutralized by the Iso-Devices. If you want to destroy them, you'll need to do it within the Iso-Device fields.
Stop with the act. You left them for us intentionally.
Oh my... You caught me. After all, dealing with these things would slow us down tremendously.
Well then, give it your best! I'll be seeing you!
Hold on. Don't you have anything else to add?
Hmph. Since when did you become so fussy... That won't make you very popular with the ladies.
Sorry, but that's none of your concern.
Al-right, I'll give you a little something in return. A "wish ticket" from Cerberus whenever you need help or something.
Don't even try this. Don't expect us to clean up your mess for an empty promise.
I was naive to even think that you'd feel apologetic for anything—your actions are going in the mission report.
Aha, that's even less trouble for us—Tifa's getting a little bit out of hand and just slipped through our fingers, so I'll have to go. I'll miss chatting with you, dear. So lo-ong.
Disconnected—
Sigh...