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Chief Berners |
Adventurer, do you really think I feel no emotion when I chase away villagers who are being transformed by malefic energy?
How could I not? I've lived with them all my life. I just tell myself that I have to do it for the sake of others.
If I weaken and don't send them away, there will be a greater tragedy. If one of us has to be the villain to save the rest, then it has to be me.
It's been a long time since I let it all out like this. I really must really be that comfortable with you. |
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Chief Berners |
Maybe it's because we haven't had many outsiders like you, but the village seems to be full of people lately.
Even before the village was affected by the malefic energy, it wasn't overcrowded.
There used to be a joke that people lived where fish lived.
Now, fish or man, I'm just glad to see them alive.
Oh, please keep that last one to yourself. |
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Chief Berners |
Ah, curious about the things I carry?
They are a fisherman's lifeblood.
This compass helps me find my way through the dark night waters, and this harpoon pierces the shadows of fish in the water with a single stroke.
Little did I know then that I would use them not to catch fish, but to survive Maleficents.
I'm lucky that I still have them in my hands.
So many harpoons have become tombstones. So many compasses have lost their owners. |
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Chief Berners |
Brim... I will always be sorry and grateful for him.
It may have been his destiny to possess the power of the mist, but it's not his destiny to use it to protect the village.
Even knowing that, we still rely on his special power. It's pathetic.
If the malefic energy hadn't invaded, or at least if we had done our part, Brim might have had a different life in Clearmist. Or he could have ignored us and gone on with his life. To see that sweet little boy struggling on our behalf... it makes me angry now.
And that anger is directed at...
Adventurer, please look out for Brim for the rest of us. I beg you. |
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Chief Berners |
Adventurer. I'm having a drink, and you're welcome to join me.
Why do I drink alone?
[DIALOGUE MISSING] usually haunting. One bell ring reminds me of the voices that cried because they didn't want to leave, and another bell ring reminds me of the voices that screamed because they didn't want them to leave. I have to drink to hold on to my sanity.
And believe it or not, I never drink alone.
For one glass is with the poor fish that can't rise from the bottom of the sea, and another with those who have passed away.
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And today, I have you. A friend who's still alive.
This side of me is a secret to the others. Your glass is still full, so raise it now. |
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Chief Berners |
I can still close my eyes and see the village as it was in my youth, before the rush of malefic energy.
The skies were clear, and the men would go out to sea to launch their boats and cast their nets in the blazing sun.
Or they would go ashore at the right tide and dig for clams with their bare hands.
When I was a kid, I loved the sea so much that I lost track of time...
Why do you look at me like that? I had a childhood, too. Did you think I was always this rugged?
If we ever return to our old way of life, I'll be sure to look for you again. |
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