A few days after the meeting...
Miss Luna, did you require my presence?
Yes. About our plans...
Is this about "her?" If so, you need not worry. She is an easy find.
You know that I'm not directing you to "find" her.
But instead, I need you to remind her of her duty as an agent of the network. Don't "save" people to her own whims.
I patched up and upgraded your frame, not to have you play detective for a massive light bulb.
Miss Luna... You truly expect her to listen to me?
You must know that she is not one that easily sways.
As long as it serves to warn her.
But with me, Miss Luna? I'm afraid a person of your stature might be required for her to listen.
...
Or, pardon my forthrightness, Miss Luna... Are you apprehensive of being beguiled by her?
Surely, you know what that entails.
Silence.
Disregarding one's duties as an agent, with no heed to the aptitude of the target, "saving" people with the power of Asc-net to one's whims...
Such an existence is an intolerable betrayal to the network itself.
You heard me—Silence.
...My apologies.
But, please, Miss Luna. Do reconsider...
With a most solemn expression unbefitting of Roland, he leaves.
...
You should not have met Miss Luna with such impudence.
Well, Gabriel. Even if I'd stayed mute, "her" issue won't magically solve itself.
We've already had a taste of the new Ascendants she gave life to.
Just that Qu alone had us mobilize an entire region of Corrupted to deal with her.
But, we succeeded in the end.
And the price?
All of us Ascendants were put on the line, and the several hundred thousands of Corrupted lost...
Worth.
Tch. You are such a derriere sometimes, Gabriel.
"Worth"? What do you mean worth? Are we going all-in on every single faction in this world?
And our enemies aren't just target dummies—they learn. After a war of such magnitude, they will develop plans to counter us.
...
...Don't forget, Gabriel. In the end, we only have so few of us.
We only require victors who can live through the "filter."
A land of only "victors"... I've heard this spiel more than a thousand times.
Not everyone is like you, Gabriel.
So what?
...Yeah, I guess. "So what?"
Whip-boy seems a bit off.
Alpha does a cut-throat gesture with her thumb.
Should I?
...He's the least of our worries.
So, "her?"
At the very least, what Roland said was right.
"She" is not one to listen.
Then...
She will have to realize—that these "randomly saved" people will have no future to speak of.
Something the scale of Kowloong though... That's out of the equation for now.
But, if it's to make an example... I'll still gladly do it.
Got it. I'll get moving.
...Thanks.