Sinner #2 - Don Quixote

I am Don Quixote. My formal title is The Manager of La Manchaland.

Limbus Company's Eclipsed division had need of someone responsible and headstrong. I would not dare abandon my family, yet, in reality, I was given little choice. I am now 'Sinner #2.'

This, henceforth, shall become my primary form of contact with both humans and Kindred alike--though I greatly prefer correspondence from family over that of humans.

The box of asks is open. Keep your words succinct and meaningful. There is much to be done to rescue my brothers and sisters from the cesspool in which they live. I have not the time to answer your questions.

...But I will anyway.

- gregor

Who's th--

...Huh? Who's this...?

[She flips through the few photos.]

Ah, she's quite beautiful. Is she a friend of yours, anon? Or family?

Hm...to my knowledge, not many...

A recent argument amongst my colleagues was whether tomatoes are to be considered a vegetable or a fruit. If you consider them to be the latter, you'll be pleased to know I did enjoy a tomato-based pasta dish once.

Erm--yes, it is composed of blood, but...I wouldn't recommend that.

To my fellow Sinners, the basket in the front room is full of fruit. Please take a piece if you are hungry. Wealth not shared is wealth wasted.

My-- excuse me?

You...you will not speak of him! After everything he has done to our Family...after all the struggle, all we've had to fight for since his betrayal?!

How dare you--

...

[a momentary pause, perhaps for reflection.]

I-I refuse to continue this line of questioning.

Leave me be. Please.

Wow

*nose starts to bleed*

*stagger_sound.mp4*

...What's gotten into you? You're bleeding.

[Passes you a handkerchief.]

I'm--sorry? What?

I'm 'autism?'

N-no, you are autism. 💢

It's alright, really.

[Notably, she's got a few raspberries in the palm of her hand--and though she doesn't seem to notice, there's a smidge of red at the corner of her mouth.]

I've...come into the possession of some recently, actually. As you can likely see.

...

[She stares at the basket, with a distant, unreadable look in her eyes.]

[Lifting the blanket, the Kindred spies an arrangement of ripe, red fruits--pomegranates, cherries, red apples, raspberries...]

[She quickly drops the blanket, her face darkening to the shade of the harvest beneath.]

...Thank you, Faust.

[No one's there to hear it.]

@ofthestars-17

You all have some...interesting questions.

I must inquire as to whether the other Sinners are experiencing this as well.

Mmnn.... 'Don Quixote' will suffice.

[Notably, she doesn't seem as pressed about the mis-naming as she usually gets.]

I haven't had—oh, no, actually...hm.

...Yes, that's right. I do enjoy strawberries. I can't say whether I've had raspberries...

My...memory is not what it used to be.

I suppose eating red fruit carries a psychological benefit, if anything. The stains of red left behind on one's skin...close, but not quite close enough.

I'm not offended.

...What??

What is the meaning of this foolishness?!