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“Then you best not break it..”
Dewey nodded at his brother, watching as Isaac turned to walk away without another word, Dewey's hand falling back to his side with the newly found absence of nothing holding it up. Words weren't needed in that moment as they parted, It wasn’t necessary. They both just knew the conversation was done. They were both satisfied. That's the nice thing about their amity... they both just knew the other. Dewey just wished that Isaac could know himself just a little better.
Isaac he... definitely has his own issues. They all do, It’s a given. Everyone has their faults — it’s what makes people human and not just some creature constantly clinging to false morals and feasting without a care in the world, because when there’s faults, there’s beauty — and that beauty brings out the more pleasant parts in people. It's a cycle. It’s a wheel that never stops spinning, one that never ends.
Isaac’s issue is that he never knows when to quit. Nothing is ever enough for him. Especially in stressful situations like this.. or like way back when.. when Jacob...—
…
That event hit everyone especially hard. Everything was in chaos. And Isaac had been over working himself trying to be a leader in Jacob's absence. This time isn't much different — he’s already begun drowning himself in his work again to make up for the loss of another great leader.. It’s not good for him. He just doesn’t see how harshly it affects him. Maybe others don’t pick up on it nearly as well as Dewey but again — Dewey knew Isaac from a young age. Dewey was just about six when he got picked up off the street like some stray puppy dog, so of course Dewey would know how to read his brother — It would be embarrassing if he didn’t. But it’s because of Isaac’s bad habits that he is the way he is. Isaac overworks himself, wearing both his body and mind down to the core so everyone else can thrive.. So that everyone else could blossom and bloom and continue to guide and be guided towards that strive for greatness. He would be all the more astonishing of a leader than he already is, if he just knew how to control and take care of himself — pace his work at a healthy rate.
Dewey just didn’t want to lose another brother.
One was already way too much.
You know how people have walls? Isaac does as well but.. Instead of concrete structures blocking off his heart.. sometimes it seems more like stacks of paperwork blocking off his mind. It was like he wasn't trying as hard to protect himself, but rather he was trying to protect the world by blocking himself out of view from the outside.. trying to protect it from the sidelines. One man doing the job of eight-billion.
Honestly.. Dewey wouldn't be that surprised if Isaac started going bald from stress.. or starts losing his memory. Heck — the memory loss might be getting to him already.. Ya know.. what's the harm in checking in with Alois? Or any of the other medics. Maybe Dewey could get a few more details out of them?? If not Koi, then Alois definitely. He could bug them, they're probably less busy then Erin anyways.. wouldn't want to overwork her either — or any of the medics, actually. That's just.. stupid and What wasn't Dewey? Mhm mhm. Stupid. YAYYYY!!
He watched the wall beside him.. he was so familiar with this place he could probably navigate it with his eyes closed. So many fond memories were made in these very same hallways, rooms, — hah.. doorways. He walked along the walls, hand reaching out as fingertips gently grazed upon the rigid bumps and small indents. Years of peaceful habitancy shown through the very feel of the metal. Dewey soon let his eyes flutter shut, now relying on his other four senses as well as his muscle memory to maneuver himself around. His mind goes to one person — one of the medics, Alois. He’s a real sweet guy, super strong too. He’s good to have.. both as a friend and a teammate.
Soon enough he opened his eyes as he found himself around the general area of Alois’s room. He looks around until he finds the one specific door, walking over to it, knocking on it with his lower knuckles. Upon not hearing an answer, he knocks again just to be met with silence.. Maybe he’s asleep? Hm.. well it’s time to wake up anywhoo soo.. Dewey knocks one more time juuust to make sure.. And when he's still met with silence?
Okay then.. Be like that.
Dewey opens the door, slowly as to not potentially startle the poor boy.
Dewey’s eyes instinctively went to the bed.. He opens his mouth to speak before the words get lost on him.. almost.. immediately…
Alois wasn't home — wasn’t in bed but the bed wasn’t empty by any means.. no.
There was a slight bulge under a blanket with something just about halfway poking out, and Dewey decided to divulge in his curiosity which surprise surprise; was a rather egregious idea. It was.. definitely one that he regretted. Dewey had walked over to the bed, slowly retracting the covers from the sheeted mattress underneath.
There was a gun.
And not any kind of gun registered and put under the rebellion’s system. This shouldn’t be in his possession..
What did this mean?? Was Alois — No, no, no, Dewey that’s your friend you can’t think like that. There’s no way he’s with them. Dewey wants to believe that Alois wouldn’t betray them so greatly but.. Alois always did like the Segyein more than his own kind.. He can’t fully put it past him and Dewey’s mind kept rushing to the worst possibility that he prayed wasn’t true..
But Alois was their friend! He helped people! People... trusted him... He was their medic! He wouldn’t do that to him! To them..
Dewey’s body felt weak — he didn’t trust himself to not fall over so he let his body careen to the side as he practically collapses onto the bed, sitting on its cushioned edge — reaching a hand out to grab the gun. It was only when his fingertips just slightly grazed the cold metal he heard—
“Did you need something?”
Dewey could feel his heart drop for a moment — something stirring up within his chest as a cold chill washes over his body. Was it anger? Fear for the possible truth? Was it sadness? Or was it a mixture of all three? Either way, he didn't need to turn to look just to see who was there, but he did it anyway.. he.. Well, he felt like needed to.. like he should. He needed to see if Alois had noticed the gun — noticed the horrified look on Dewey's face. He needed to see if there was any look on Alois’s face. If he had at least a little even if it was just a smidge of guilt or any kind of remorse!
But that was a dream that wasn't worth wanting to go back to.. Alois just.. stood there — standing in the doorway in a way Dewey could only describe as menacing. He had this cold, distant look in his eyes and Dewey just knew Alois could see what he found.. He just knew Alois knew Dewey had found something he wasn’t supposed to, and Dewey knew it too, but he’s glad he did.. really glad. God, Dewey was going to be sick — his head was spinning with so many emotions and he just— he can’t. He can’t do it, he can’t look at his friend. He just—
Dewey shakes his head, turning away from the purple boy at the door, looking back down at the weapon in horror and disbelief.
Dewey could hear the sound of footsteps before the familiar sound of a door shutting.. followed by the sound of a click. Alois locked the door. Alois locked them in.
“Dewey… what’s goi—”
“What is this?”
Dewey didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear Alois right now. He didn’t want to hear anything from that boy other than an explanation. And in his opinion? Rightfully so.
“That’s stuff that I brought from our last mission. It was the Segyein’s, I thought it’d be useful…”
Yeah right.. If he had brought it in from the last mission, he would have taken it to see Lumi.
Dewey picks the gun up, examining it, trying to find that little sticker — the one that's placed on all the objects anyone brings back home and had checked in with their technician for him to examine them and clear them — just as a confirmation that they’re safe and won't endanger anyone in the rebellion. But there’s nothing. There’s nothing and Alois had plenty of time to get it checked. Dewey brings his head back up after emptying out the ammunition and discarding the gun back onto the bed. Now, looking up at Alois with a glare, he was.. god damn it he was just so fucking angry. He didn't like to get like this – everyone knows it. He didn’t like to raise his voice.. so he dropped the cheerful tone. He let his face relax and he stopped acting like everything was fine and dandy because in all honesty —- nothing was “all fine and dandy” about this situation.
“I don’t believe you.”
Dewey watched as Alois grew increasingly more nervous. He began to fidget with his fingers.. Looking down at the floor.. Opening and closing his mouth as if words couldn’t form. This sight just made Dewey grow even more aggravated. He stood up and began to pace — this was a habit both him and Isaac shared. Except Isaac did it when he was stressed. Dewey did it so he didn’t lash out.
“It’s just… mm…” Alois began.
But even the pacing doesn't always work.
Dewey makes his way over to Alois until he was just inches away from the smaller boy. He brings a hand up and grabs Alois by the jaw — fingers digging into either side of the boy's face, squishing the soft flesh of his cheeks together with the motion.
. . .
Dewey had always known what he was. He was human, yes, but he was scary. He had a really bad R.B.F. he was strong — his muscles were enough to show that. And he was tall, standing at just about 6ft-somethin’ so yes, Dewey was an intimidating figure and he tried his best to make up for that by.. Well..
Okay, let’s not sugarcoat it.
He degrades himself. He purposefully makes himself look stupid. He takes on the role of the classical comedic relief.. the dumb jock — the clueless himbo, the “funny one.” He does that so people can see him and not be afraid. He does that so people can look at him and think “Oh! That’s just Dewey. Don’t be afraid of him. He’s stupid. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.. He loves people! He doesn’t bite..” He acts crazy and supportive — he goes on these long rants about humanity and how humans are the future! About how this rebellion will cause people to rise to the top of the food chain once more and they’ll finally be free! …He preaches the words of a dead man.. He sings his songs of triumph, using his ghost as if it were autotune, using it to help secure his own mask. He meant it though. He felt all of those things! He never really.. Lied. about any of it.. He just.. Projected them! Projected his personality. He knows he’s annoying and can be over bearing. But if that distracts people from his visuals — then good. He’ll take it. He’ll take getting called a puppy over a vicious wolf any day.
But despite everything. Despite every careful brick he’s placed to build up his own walls.. There’s still not enough mortar to secure it all in place. He’s still human! He’s only in his early twenties, still considered a kid by some.. So.. of course he has his moments.
“What is this shit? If you thought it would be useful then you should’ve turned it in or told me! Told — ANYBODY. And what if it had some tracking device!? Are you trying to put us all in danger, Alois!??”
Dewey could feel Alois digging into the flesh of his wrist, trying to pry his hand off of him.. But it wasn't going to work. Dewey wouldn’t falter. He can’t.. He just can't afford to. Especially not now that Alois is acting so… suspicious.
“I’m not!! I just… it was supposed to be a secret, I was going to tell you!! I needed to recover first, then I was going to take it apart..”
“No you weren't. Don’t lie to me, Alois.”
“I’m not…can you let me go now…?”
“Youre sweating.. Nervous fidgeting and unsure of your words, Alois. Can you even hold eye contact with me!??”
He watched as Alois made an attempt at eye contact. He was failing at it — miserably. Alois’ eyes kept deviating from Dewey’s own gaze.. glare?? …Eyes. Alois kept drifting his eyes away from Dewey’s.
“It’s hard to when you’re yelling at me…”
It was probably at that moment that Dewey finally realized what he was doing. He.. fuck. He was probably scaring the poor boy. He didn’t mean to. It was never his intention but — even the strongest camel's back can break. He can’t help the fact that he just.. Snapped.. He’s sorry..! He.. he didn’t mean to! He doesn’t want to be known as the scary guy that just breaks doors and acts like some lunatic! No, he.. Damn it.
“I..”
Dewey is quick to release his grip from Alois’s face.
“Sorry. I’m sorry but you have to understand my frustrations.”
“No, not really. You went into my room and started questioning me on the stuff that I brought back to help us… I know that I don’t have the same views as the rest of you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help…”
Alois makes his way across the room, He’s no longer facing Dewey — He’s walking towards a dresser, stopping in front of it as he places his hand on top. It looks like he’s about to grab something. No.. no no no no no he’s reaching. He’s going to grab something — He can’t. Dewey can’t let him. He steps forward, reaching for behind him, wrapping his hand around his gun — whipping his hand back around to point it straight at Alois. If he makes any sudden move.. Dewey would have to.. He didn’t want to, but he would just.. have to.
“Step away from the dresser, Alois. Keep your hands where I can see them..”
Alois, upon hearing the click of the safety being removed Alois spins around, now looking at Dewey, He.. has a look in his eyes and Dewey.. hhhh Dewey doesn’t like it. Alois looks like a kid getting caught stealing candy and it's really only making Dewey all the more nervous.
“Dewey!! You’re not serious, right…?”
“Does it look like I'm joking, Alois? Trust me I’m not enjoying this, but I need to do what’s needed.. This is a precaution.”
“You’ve known me for years, what could I possibly be doing?” Alois was defensive..
Dewey hesitates for a moment but in the end.. he has a job to do. But.. does he really want to do this? Is this.. REALLY the right way to go about this..? Yes. Yes, of course it is. This is needed. It’s a choice between the loss of one life or the loss of hundreds.. It’s inhumane.. Dewey hates this part of his job. He hates not being able to preserve the life of another human’s but.. fuck! God damn it, Alois, please don’t.. don’t confirm his suspicions. Alois, please prove Dewey wrong...
“I don’t know. Which is why I need to make this precaution. I’m sorry.”
“Okay… so what now? Are we going to stay like this? It might be obvious, but I’m not a fan of having a gun pointed at me.”
“I don't want to do this but if you won't be honest with me then I have to. I don't know if I can trust you anymore.. You have so much alien weaponry just lying around in here! I don't know what to think, Alois. So step away and out of the room. I need to take this.. inspect and dispose of it if needed. Don't fight me on this.. please…”
“C’mon, we’ve known each other for years, there’s no way you suddenly don’t trust me… Dewey..”
Dewey took a few steps back, gun raising more as Alois steps closer — a clear sign to stay away.
“Just leave the room. Don’t touch anything. Just.. Just go, Alois”
Dewey watches out of the corner of his eye as Alois leaves the room. He finally lowers his weapon, putting it safely back in its holster, taking a deep breath before looking around, eyes darting across the small bedroom.
“Okay.. okay.. If I don’t find anything.. I’m just crazy, he’s right, and I’ll spend a lifetime apologizing to him for this..”
Dewey begins moving, digging through drawers, looking through closets and dressers — drawers, under the bed, INSIDE the bed, and pillow cases too.
While ripping and tearing through the others room, Dewey found exactly what he didn’t want to find.. Piles upon piles upon stacks of weapons. Not one being authorized by their technician, not a single one confirmed safe. Not. a single. One. and that scared Dewey shitless. Oh and want to know the real kicker? He found a communication device. Why? Why.. why — WHY would Alois have one of those, huh?? What reason would he have to be in possession of one without telling anyone ANYTHING about it?? And what reason would he have for hiding it?? For hiding any of this stuff if he wasn’t keeping something from them — from HIM… They were supposed to be friends, they WERE friends.
Dewey all of the stuff he found onto his person; in pockets; waist bands; shoes; socks; belts; Belt buckles; hell some he had to just hold in his arms. It was a lot and made him feel uneasy about everything. Well, more uneasy than he already was.
Dewey, in his anger and confusion, makes his way back out to Alois who is currently sat down with his back against the wall. Dewey walks over in front of him, crouching down and looking him in the eyes. He just needed to ask one question and his reaction would tell him everything he needs to know.
“Are you a spy...?”
“No! No I’m not… I wouldn’t, I..”
There it is. Hahaha.. fuuuckkkk.. He’s panicking. He just looks guilty. Like he’s hardly trying to hide it now.
“You’re panicking. You’re lying to me. Alois, there’s only two things in this world that I hate more than any alien — any Segyein. And that's one, a liar. And two, a traitor. And what you're doing is something so much more than just lying to me AND betraying my trust as well as the trust of the people here. You're destroying this place from the inside.. All you're doing is causing more pain to the people we swore to protect. Don’t you think they’ve been through enough already!? Now they have to deal with their MEDIC stabbing them in the back!”
“I get it!! You don’t have to keep going… You’re coming to conclusions that aren’t true, you’re not letting me explain. Of course I’m panicking, you were going to shoot me earlier!”
..People please. It’s what you do best Dewey.. Appease him.. appease him appease him appease him appease him so you can get more information..
“..You know what, Alois? Yeah.. yeah you're probably right.. I’m probably just making a big deal out of nothing, I’m sorry. I just — if you'll let me, I just have to check one last thing.”
He doesn’t want to admit it? Fine.
Dewey sighs as he reaches in his pocket, taking out the communication device, showing it to Alois.
“What’s this, Hm?.. How does it work?”
“U-um…It’s… I don’t know, it’s not… it’s not mine..”
“Stop lying and look at me.. Please. Alois, I want to believe you in your innocence. I just need you to be honest.. What is it.. please..”
“I don’t know… I’ve bee—”
“Look at me.”
Alois finally looks at Dewey and he doesn’t really look too thrilled about it.
“I’ve been collecting them from missions, I wanted to get enough and take them apart. Figure out how they work so we can upgrade our own stuff to give us an edge…”
“Do you realize how dangerous that is? You're putting everyone here at risk, they could have tracking devices implemented in them!”
“...I’m sorry..”
Alois looked so.. hurt.. genuinely sad and honestly? He looked pathetic. Dewey felt bad. Maybe he really was being too hard on him? He probably was.. gosh..
Dewey shakes his head, moving to the side and sitting down next to him on the floor, pulling him into a quick hug. He needed to show him that despite everything — Dewey is still just trying to do his best here, he's just trying to protect the people he cares about...
“Oh.. Hey, hey, no it’s okay.. I’m sorry. I was.. Really intense, I’m sorry, that’s on me.. You were only trying to help.. I’m so sorry..”
“You’re okay, you were just… trying to help too.”
“Mhm..”
Dewey looks over at the other, pulling away from the hug and letting out a small grunt as he pushes himself up off the floor.
“Hhh, Alright.. I still do have to take this stuff in for examination.. But if they come back clear.. You’ll get them right back, Okay??”
“Okay… that’s fine.”
He hums a small agreement, patting Alois on the head.. His hair was always so soft, it’s a nice contrast to Dewey's own fried and dead strands so Dewey has always really liked touching it. Alois never seemed to have any complaints either so it’s a win! Woohoo!
Dewey chuckles before walking off, he just hopes.. They really do come back cleared.. And that the device means nothing. But one could only be so hopeful.
It was quiet…way more quiet than any hallway should. The floor wasn’t vibrating with its typical stomps and lyrical preaches and booming sounds of freedom. The memories that were made and taken over by these very walls no longer brought any joy.. though they didn’t bring much grief either. Dewey never knew how to feel. He doesn’t know how to feel about all of the recent events that occurred… but he doesn’t really feel numb either..? It’s like he feels too much to truly feel something, like his brain is so overfilled by feelings that his heart has no real way to spill for them.
He cried, sure. They all cried when he died... When she died.. When they all passed.. Sometimes, if you listen close enough, you could still hear the occasional weeps of sorrow and the groans of agony but other than that…??? It’s just quiet. Deafeningly silent. Dewey tries his best to help but his words and advice and pitiful attempts at cheer just seemed to turn voiceless. It’s hard to keep everyone happy when everyone is stressed and in pain, blocking out the sunlight they all worked so hard to bring in and shine on everyone. But I suppose that’s just how life is.
But storms aren't forever. They’re never permanent and will always pass to let that sun back in, allowing it to have its moment to shine like the beautiful star it was made to be once again.
Dewey could only wish he were that star.
He had always dreamt of bringing someone that same kind of warmth, same kind of hope. It’s the reason the rebellion was made in the first place. They’re just a bunch of stupid people trying to do good in a world where that’s essentially taboo — an almost impossible feat. The Segyein don’t make it easy for them, not in the slightest. So what? Are they stepping up their game? Are they sending people in to take them out from the inside?? Low-blow..
No, no. It’s just like them. They’re foul creatures that don’t have any real idea how to measure the weight of their actions and influence on humans, they’re clueless, oblivious monsters, both blinded and rotten by the very thing they gain entertainment from.
So are the Segyein really that different from humans in that sense? We are also oblivious, spoiled, and selfish beings. Creatures whose way of living revolves around our own selfish needs. In truth, we’re all monsters. But it is not by any means the same as being a bad person.
Being a monster means you're not afraid to do what you must to survive. Even if that means tearing down and eating the world if it gets in your way — if it jeopardizes your own life.. Is Alois just trying to survive as well?? Does he really have a choice in this matter?? Is this a byproduct of his own free will? Or is he forced into this position??
If this isn't something of his own volition, could Dewey maybe change the outcome of this?? It would be hard to do on his own.. But he can’t possibly ask Isaac, he’s way too overworked already.. So are the other two medics. Everyone is still overcome by grief and their own sorrows — their own issues, it wouldn’t be fair, it wouldn’t be right to drag others down into a mess Dewey could so easily clean up on his own.. He just needs to confirm a few things and then, only then he can figure out how to go about this..
Once Dewey reaches the entrance of another room he shakes his head, putting on his typical mask of gaiety, pushing the door open and walking into the threshold, closing the door being him.
“Knock knock~ Sorry for the intrusion, and sorry in advance for the incoming work. I hope you're not too terribly busy, but this is important.”
The white haired boy makes a small noise before looking up. Upon noticing it was Dewey, he sat the book he was reading down next to him, standing up to further meet Dewey’s gaze.
“No, it’s okay! What do you need?”
“I need you to run a few tests on uh.. Some weapons. And something that looks like a communication device.?”
“Did someone smuggle them in??”
“Uhmm.. Yes. But I have it taken care of. It’s not something you should worry yourself with.”
Dewey begins to unload his pockets, setting the weaponry down on any surface he could, setting the communication device gently on top. Lumi — their technician starting with a face of shock.. Honestly Dewey doesn’t blame him, he was shocked too at first.
“Was it just… one person?”
“Mhmmm. Yup. They claimed to have accumulated these over time through various missions.”
“This must be serious, it’s not often you talk like.. this. I’ll have this taken care of.”
He was right. Dewey wasn’t usually serious but.. this was a serious situation. The lives of hundreds were at stake here. He’s got to act like it.
Lumi picked up one of the larger guns, setting it on a tray placed on a conveyor belt, flipping a switch to turn it on, stopping as the tray entered a small box once could only assume was a scanner of some sorts. Results coming back clear almost instantly. No tracker, good.
“This.. is serious. But I have it taken care of. I’m sure it’s just me over-thinking things but I'd rather be safe than sorry, especially with everything going on.”
Lumi shakes his head, placing another one of the larger guns on the tray, repeating the process. Again — clear.
“I get that… but if you need help, you can ask. Don’t put it all on yourself…”
Dewey couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at that. He typically would. Under any other circumstance, he would go ask for help, but this is important and with everything else going on, Dewey couldn't risk scaring everyone else with this mess. He doesn’t want to lie but what other choice does he have? He doesn’t want the other to worry about him, so this is really the only option.
“Oh come on, I know that.. I’m not my brother. If I need it, I’ll ask, don’t worry.”
“Okay..”
Lumi would then grab the communication device, turning it on, pressing buttons and flipping through it, Dewey assumed he was checking through call logs, maybe looking at time stamps?? Dewey glances over, seeing that a few calls were more recent.. the earliest being a day or two ago.. but most of them were between 10 day increments.
“A-0003 to BASE, a few days ago… but our last mission was when..”
Lumi’s voice came to a gentle decrescendo until it was reduced to nothing, a hand coming up to cover his mouth, clearly falling into distress, which was the last thing Dewey wanted to see or even wanted to happen. He’s gotta take over from this point on..
Dewey holds his hand out, palm facing up.
“... Can I see that..?”
Thankfully, Lumi handed it over without any further questions or arguments, Dewey’s fingers curling around the device and bringing it closer to himself, pressing on a few things before he began to hear a small ringing sound, hoping whatever was on the other side picked up the call.
Thankfully, It did. A distorted voice coming through the small speaker of the device.
“You weren’t supposed to report for another cycle, A-0003.”
Another cycle? Report? He glances at the device in his hands, eyes glancing up to look at Lumi, see if he knows anything. It was a very slim chance but who knows? But nope. He seemed just as shocked as Dewey, mouth hanging slightly agape in disturbed shock.
Dewey looked back down, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, his mouth opening and closing a few times, like a fish trying to breath or eat a piece of food but failing miserably.
“A-0003? Are you able to hear this?”
“..Haahhh.....Fuck.”
“Ah… he was caught.”
Dewey couldn’t help but curse as he tosses the device to the side, discarding it to a random place within the rest of the cluttered machinery, mind racing once more.
"I'm sorry But I have to go.. Please.. Keep checking these items for anything.. And when you're done, find someone to dispose of them.. Please..?”
“Um, okay!! I’ll do that now, stay safe please.”
“You too. Have a good rest of your day, Lumi.”
Dewey’s final words were rushed as were his movements. His body moved faster than his brain could think and the next thing he knew.. he was out the room with just the sound of a door shutting with a harsh — rough slam, banging shut as feet stomped on the floor with every quick stride as Dewey ran out the room and through the hallways and for once — with no regards for the possible endangerment he may or may not be putting onto the others. For once — he didn’t care who he had to push past or shove away. If they were in his way they had to be moved. Bruises will heal. Death is forever and that hole in their hearts will never fully close up, even with time. They were all reminded of that time and time again, everyone constantly trying to find and fill in hole after hole, even if nothing seemed to work.
Alois was that person Dewey had so selfishly tried using to fill in his own craters and open pierced wounds within his heart. The very one that is almost always too big for his own body. Who would’ve guessed that Alois — the very being Dewey looked to for reconstruction would be the one sent to shoot down all of their hard work and make more holes in their already fragile sanctuary.
It was going to be a whole separate mission for them to fix this mess.. But right now, in order to finally rebuild — he has to take care of the root. He only had one goal — one objective and one thought;
He needed to find Alois.