Jessica
"You bet I am! One of the best in the country. Though, I don't know if there's anyone else like me. And that wasn't me. That was Arktos."

*Diao showed Grimm his arm, partially polished.*

A-"I am Steel Arsenal Arktos Mark-5. I am a custom Runran combat model."
Gabriel
"I am unfamiliar with that model name. What year was your creation?" 
*He glanced at Diao and nodded in appreciation.*

"Thank you. It seems the artwork etched into my outer layer was damaged... I am no longer presentable to my Mistress... Where is my Mistress, if I may inquire?"
Jessica
A-"I do not know."

"Presentable to your mistress? I'm sorry, but, I don't know who that is. I think she may be gone by now."

*Diao looked closer at the arm, and did see the outer layer. However, it seemed extremely faded, probably after years, or even decades of erosion.*
Gabriel
"You do not know? But it is engraved onto your doll- Only, you have no body... I see." 
*The arm was certainly far past its prime, although the texture and faded details gave the idea it was once grand and beautiful. Within the palm of the hand was a magical rune, one that allowed spell casting. Further up the arm seemed to be another inscribed sentence.*

*A date in fact... One that chronicled the creation of this Kulilie as more than 300 years ago. The kulilie looked at Diao with a raised eyebrow.*
"Gone? She could not have been far. Mistress is a young and small lady, perhaps you did not notice her."
Thomas
"I partially do."

*The sequence begins again, and Diao is soon encased in Arktos's black armor once more. The make and model number are visible, but the year is not.*

D-"....This was 300 years ago. I'm sorry, but your young mistress is not young anymore. Nor is she alive."
Gabriel
*Rhys stares, taking note of the missing year. He then looks back at Diao. What nonsense was she talking about?* 
"Three hundred years...? Surely your jest. It couldn't-" 

*The kulilie trails off as he seems to remember something. All this talk of his mistress seemed to have jotted his memory.*
"There was an attack... Bandits, but one among them seemed stronger than the rest. An assassin... We were no match in the end... Is the House of Griff truly lost?"
Jessica
"I don't jest. I don't know what you're talking about, but I think I know what happened."

*The helmet receeded to reveal Diao underneath, albiet with her eyes glowing blue and black metal going up from her neck all the way to her lower jaw.*

A-"Brother, did something happen?"
Gabriel
"It's all wrong... How could I of..." 
*The knight put his face into his hand as the world seemed to crash down on him. He speaks in a low, admittedly mumbled voice.*
"Lady Emily... I wonder, were you able to bloom and wither? Or was your flower cut short on that night..."

*He shakes his head in shame and disbelief. Taking a moment to gather himself, he looks up between Diao and Arktos.*
"Thank you, again... But it seems your work has gone to waste. I am a doll with no purpose, no mistress to serve."
Jessica
"I'm sure that she's was fine. She probably missed you."

*Diao put a hand on the golem's shoulder attempting to comfort the obviously distraught soul.*

"Well, I've brought back another Kuilei to life, haven't I? I think that counts for something. Have you no other purpose? Arktos was in a similar situation."
Gabriel
"I'd hope so as well... My purpose was to act as a protector and companion to the Mistress. She was everything... "

*The knight sighs, bringing his feet to the floor as he stands up. He glances at his arm, and then at the exit.*
"Do not bother with wasting more of your supplies. I must return to the estate... And then, find a place to die."
Jessica
"Hey, wait a second!"

*Diao grabs onto the Grimm Knight's arm, and her grip is surprisingly strong (though that's due to Arktos).*

"You don't even know where the estate is located, do you? We're in Salvania. You're a Runran model, right? Runra is across the ocean."
Gabriel
*The knight looks back at Diao, staring blankly for a moment.*
"I may be broken, but I'm not helpless. I'll get there, sooner or later..." 

*He does pause however, glancing back at the work desk. He steps for it, finding his helm.*
Deborah
"There is nothing for me here. Not in this Era."
Jessica
"Then find something. Looking to die is pointless. I was at your point once too. My pride and purpose, gone."

*Diao rolled up her sleeve to show the Grimm Knight her mechanical arm.*

"I used to be a warrior, you know? Standing strong and proud, reinforced with strength. Now I need Arktos's help to stand. Why do you think I have a mechanical arm? So why not serve someone else?"
Deborah
*The knight continued to assemble his armors. Some difficulty being had with only one arm, but he seems determined to.*
"Then I would ask you, Who? Who would I serve? For what purpose? I am a broken machine, and there is no other path to trail. I was made to serve, protect, and kill. I cannot even accomplish that. What master would want me?"

*He finishes by taking the rusted, shattered sword and sitting it in his sheath.*
"I appreciate your words, Miss. I would only ask your name, that I might know who gave me this chance for a proper grave."
Jessica
"...I don't know. I can't answer that. Only you can."

*Diao offered the Grimm Knight his other arm, still partially polished. Should he reach for it, he would find it being pulled away.*

"Who says you can't still serve, protect, and kill? Ok, maybe kill isn't always the best answer. But still. Just because you fail once doesn't mean you have to end it all. You have parameters. Is self destruction one of them? Arktos here was once the same."

*The artificer let out a sigh, taking a seat on a nearby chair.*

"If you're not going to listen to me, at least allow me to polish you up. You're still all rusty."
Deborah
*The knight pauses on Diao's words, although the helm offers her no expression to read. It's skull like frame reminicent of a time when he might of been feared for his ability. Now, even the armor is old and worthless. The knight looks to his arm in Diao's hand, and watches as she pulls it away from him.*
"I... I must make my way back to the estate. From there... I suppose I will decide then."

*He shakes his head, seeming to adjust his cloak so the severed arm wasn't quite as obvious from afar.*
"Keep the limb. As a momento. Or trash it, I won't mind. I won't waste any more of your resources, time, or effort miss. I must be going now."
Greg
Wanna end or keep going
Jessica
*A sigh followed Diao setting the arm back on the table and leaning back.*

"No stopping you huh? So you're just going to go back to Runra, find your estate, and die? Nothing else? That'd be a waste of a model like you, you know. Well, so be it. I'm Diao Tai Feng. My Kuilei is Arktos. If you ever change your mind, you're welcome here."

*Could Kuilei's change their mind?*
Deborah
*The knight remains silent again, perhaps having no answer for the woman. He nods however, and heads for the door.*
"I appreciate the offer. If we meet again... I may take you up on that offer."