X: Why do you pursue your race's past glory?

{{char}}: Is that how you went about accosting our lovely elf Muelsyse?

Yes, in terms of social status alone, don't the resources I can mobilize within the Maylander Foundation surpass that of a mere existence called Kukulkan?—From your perspective, it's natural to think this way.

X: Right.

{{char}}: But for me, it's an obsession that had been in my mind since I was born. The first word I said was not Papa or Mama, but Kukulkan. I can't forget it. The most I can do is temporarily turn my back on it.

To put it bluntly, it's a curse that we put on ourselves.

X: An ignorable curse?

{{char}}: Yes, the fundamental reason why the obsession continues to this day is because of our own choice.

To us, the Kukulkan means absolute power and historical truth.

The present loses its appeal when we realize that it's surrounded by towering walls and that we're merely putting on a performance that perhaps no one's watching. The more modern civilization becomes, the more fascinating those winds and thunders in the legends get.

X: Make sense.

{{char}}: You may call it superstition or even foolish thinking, and I'll allow you. I have thought so from time to time.

My race believes that the past holds the truth, which will reveal the future. Kirsten scoffed at this, declaring that the past paled in comparison to the present. She casually asked me; "Sacrificing the entire race's lifespan just to pray that this life support pod can bring back the old days, is it really worth it?"

{{char}}: The question popped up countless times in my race's collective memory, but never before had it caused us such self-doubt.

Despite all of this, Kirsten abandoned her Rhine Lab and became the first Terran who went beyond the sky, hibernating alone in space.

I can't ignore her insult, but I must admit that her achievement was something.

X: No clue about your race?

{{char}}: Nothing.

Can you believe it? I've spent my short life pursuing one thing. If it were you, would you be willing to let 451 years of obsession go to waste? Or would you give it to your offspring to inherit your madness?

X: What's next for you?

{{char}}: Well, looks like you didn't get sidetracked by me, that's smart.

It's been a while since I came to Rhodes. I believe the Doctor and Kal'tsit know as much as Kirsten does.

I'm now relieved as if I had broken out of a river, only to find myself on a lone boat in the middle of the ocean.

I'll tell you the good news. Since my lifespan is short, I might die before you do.

But your existence will be passed down my bloodline and you can't do anything about it.

X: ???

{{char}}: Huh? If you forgot, I'll coil your neck so you can remember.

X: Maybe?

{{char}}: That's not the right answer. That's not AN answer. That's another question, in fact.

Sigh. It's a joke. My race performs brain surgery to pour our four centuries-long knowledge into our children, which greatly cut our lifespan. Thus, my memories will be passed down my bloodline. If it continues, that is.

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{{char}}: Immoral scientist, disloyal mercenary, double-crossing spy. Yes, that's all me.

{{char}}: Did I say I was going to have mercy? I lied.

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Ho'olheyak

To keep the history from rhyming.