LimbusStaticData/Localize/en/StoryData/EN_P10815.json

{
  "dataList": [
    {
      "id": 0,
      "content": "The other team in the LCD, the Phenomena Deciphering Team... gave me a set of prosthetic arms today."
    },
    {
      "id": 1,
      "content": "These \"Dokkaebi-arms\"—that's what they called them, I believe—feel just like my real arms, like I was born with them."
    },
    {
      "id": 2,
      "content": "It must've cost them a fortune to get me something this fine... I suppose this is one more I am in their debt, which I intend to pay them back in gratitude."
    },
    {
      "id": 3,
      "content": "They've been telling me things to make me feel better. \"This is the bare minimum you'll need to work on the On-site Investigation Team,\" or \"hey, Distortions are not gonna go easy on you just 'cuz you're missing an arm.\""
    },
    {
      "id": 4,
      "content": "I know they mean well. They're just trying to make sure I don't feel like I owe them anything. But if I'm being honest... I still feel like I haven't done nearly enough to repay their kindness."
    },
    {
      "id": 5,
      "content": "Mentor... For all the years I devoted myself to the Blade Lineage, I lived prepared to let a blade bite into my flesh if it meant seizing an opening to cleave through the bones of my enemies. Because that is how a Salsu must carry herself, as the saying goes."
    },
    {
      "id": 6,
      "content": "When tremors ran through my sword hand, I would not still them before raising the blade. When my arms grew heavy as lead from exhaustion, I would swing through that weight. I knew no other way how to make use of myself—that was who I was."
    },
    {
      "id": 7,
      "content": "And now, somehow... that same person now spends her days drowning in paperwork."
    },
    {
      "id": 8,
      "content": "I am doing all I can to learn more about everything that happened. About that accursed artifact they call \"Monolith...\""
    },
    {
      "id": 9,
      "content": "... and that wretched form you had been reduced to—what they call a \"Distortion phenomenon.\""
    },
    {
      "id": 10,
      "content": "My whole life, I've never had so much as a passing interest in anything that wasn't the blade, so taking in all this knowledge to learn about things beyond the steel feels quite unfamiliar to me."
    },
    {
      "id": 11,
      "content": "It's not so easy to learn new things when you don't even understand half the words you're reading in a paper. Or what strange contraption the jargon is referring to, for that matter."
    },
    {
      "id": 12,
      "content": "The same document that other people seemed to understand after just a quick skim, I've had to re-read over and over before its content finally sank in. "
    },
    {
      "id": 13,
      "content": "Then there were times I'd had to ask for the same explanation twice—three times, even—while others had already understood the material and moved on."
    },
    {
      "id": 14,
      "content": "But I don't think I hate this feeling."
    },
    {
      "id": 15,
      "content": "Learning something new every day, feeling my eyes slowly opening to a world I never knew... is more exciting than I thought."
    },
    {
      "id": 16,
      "content": "I only wish I had learned sooner that there are ways to view the world through a wider lens, not just through what was reflected on my narrow blade."
    },
    {
      "id": 17,
      "content": "How does one's heart fall apart?"
    },
    {
      "id": 18,
      "content": "How does that fractured heart surface and take physical form?"
    },
    {
      "id": 19,
      "content": "And once we've learned that, how do we prevent it from happening, or, if it has already happened, how do we  bring the subjects back from that? What records do we want to keep? What are the signs and things we must watch out for...?"
    },
    {
      "id": 20,
      "content": "These are all things I never would've learned if I had never unclasped my hand from the handle of my blade."
    },
    {
      "id": 21,
      "content": "Maybe that's why I feel like I can't relate to the maxim \"As how a Salsu must carry herself\" as much as I used to."
    },
    {
      "id": 22,
      "content": "Of course, I don't mean to say I've grown ashamed of it,"
    },
    {
      "id": 23,
      "content": "because I am still fond of wielding my blade, and will not hesitate to cut down what must be cut down."
    },
    {
      "id": 24,
      "content": "It's just that... I am learning, little by little, that not every answer has to begin with unsheathing my sword."
    },
    {
      "id": 25,
      "content": "And I've learned to face what remains when a blade has been wielded."
    },
    {
      "id": 26,
      "content": "Ah, and another thing..."
    },
    {
      "id": 27,
      "content": "As you must be well aware yourself, most fellows here at the LCD are kind folk."
    },
    {
      "id": 28,
      "content": "I suppose I should admit—their kindness made me uncomfortable at first."
    },
    {
      "id": 29,
      "content": "I'd never been shown goodwill that asked for nothing in return, so every thoughtful word and gesture of kindness felt like one more debt settling on my shoulders."
    },
    {
      "id": 30,
      "content": "But with time, I came to understand something:"
    },
    {
      "id": 31,
      "content": "That there are people who will gladly give me the time of day, offer their seats without making anything of it, and explain things I don't understand without irritation. People who tell me to rest when I look exhausted."
    },
    {
      "id": 32,
      "content": "The nights I'd fallen asleep in the elements, with the starry night sky as my roof and dirt beneath me as my bedding, are starting to fade beyond the veil of memories."
    },
    {
      "id": 33,
      "content": "The days when I'd crawl under a stranger's eaves when it rained, the days when we'd be mired in an endless strife against the black clouds... They seem so distant now."
    },
    {
      "id": 34,
      "content": "For months now, I've been waking up in a cushy bed that sinks softly when I lie on it."
    },
    {
      "id": 35,
      "content": "I haven't gone a single day these past few months uncertain of where my next meal would come from, or if I'd even have enough water to wash the day's grime off."
    },
    {
      "id": 36,
      "content": "If I have any worries these days, they're \"concerns\" I would've once called a luxury back in the day—now frivolous questions like \"what drink do I want to get today?\" as I make my way to the office."
    },
    {
      "id": 37,
      "content": "I still can't decide if this is the kind of lifestyle that suits me."
    },
    {
      "id": 38,
      "content": "But if the team can tolerate my presence here for a bit longer, I intend to remain until I can find my own direction in life."
    },
    {
      "id": 39,
      "content": "The day might come when I decide this path isn't for me and choose to leave."
    },
    {
      "id": 40,
      "content": "But by then... I hope I'll have become someone who has learned to grasp a better sense of the road ahead."
    },
    {
      "id": 41,
      "content": "But I don't suppose you'll be changing anytime soon, Mentor. You'll still wander off on your own without telling anyone, or retreat to your room and shut yourself away for days."
    },
    {
      "id": 42,
      "content": "Yes, I know well enough that the path to recovery is an arduous one."
    },
    {
      "id": 43,
      "content": "Wounds of the heart are unlike wounds of the flesh, after all. You can't simply stitch them shut, salve them with ointment, and expect everything to be all right."
    },
    {
      "id": 44,
      "content": "But... at the very least, I'd like you to remember this:"
    },
    {
      "id": 45,
      "content": "The Blade Lineage is no more. But you and I, Mentor... <i>We</i> survived."
    },
    {
      "id": 46,
      "content": "And the living have their own responsibilities they must see to."
    },
    {
      "id": 47,
      "content": "Whichever journey you embark on—whether you choose to take up the blade again, abandon it forever, fulfill your responsibilities to the Blade Lineage, or return to S Corp...."
    },
    {
      "id": 48,
      "content": "... never lose sight of what you must do... No. Never lose sight of where you heart <i>really</i> wishes to go."
    },
    {
      "id": 49,
      "teller": "???",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "*yawn* Junior, ya still writing? It's for the hat guy, right?"
    },
    {
      "id": 50,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "... Well, it is, but I guess I just had a lot on my mind that I wanted to tell him."
    },
    {
      "id": 51,
      "teller": "???",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "So, how are ya feelin' about today? Got the butterflies? No anxiety attacks? It's your first real mission with those spankin' new arms."
    },
    {
      "id": 52,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "A bit anxious, yeah. But I'm not afraid. I feel..."
    },
    {
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "... I couldn't feel any better."
    },
    {
      "id": 53,
      "teller": "???",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "Gotcha, Junior! I'll trust ya to have my back, then! Team Leader's already pinpointed the inflection point, so all ya gotta do is cut right through that part."
    },
    {
      "id": 54,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "*exhale* Understood. Then..."
    },
    {
      "id": 55,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "Limbus Company OSIR Team,"
    },
    {
      "id": 56,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "Distortion Specialist, Ishmael..."
    },
    {
      "id": 57,
      "model": "이스마엘",
      "title": "LCD OSIR Team",
      "content": "Commencing mission."
    }
  ]
}