He doesn't wait for your response before making a desperate bid to wrench free of your grasp. It's not the careful, technical escape of a warrior, but the frantic thrashing of a caught animal. Kind of like a really big ferret that also hates you.
"Hold yer horses, Alfred," you say, pointedly ignoring his attempts to loosen your grip by punching you in the stomach. "Ye've gotta do somethin' before I letcha go."
"What else could you possibly want from me?" he replies. Judging by his twitching jaw and repeated glances towards his caught forearm, you think he might be weighing the merits of chewing it off to escape.
"Go back and apologize ta the lady for bein' rude."
He stops cold and just stares at you for a bit, getting his wits back just before you wind up to smack him in the face with his own hand.
"You want me to apologize."
"Yep."
"To the gigantic abomination sitting on top of the chapel you have utterly profaned with your presence."
"The same."
"Why."
"Common decency."
"I hate you so much."
"I know."
He doesn't protest as you all-but-literally drag him back towards the front door. You don't begrudge him the reaction; realizing you've completely lost control of your life can be rather jarring.
Luckily for his shins, he surmounts the stairs unassisted. Once up top, you give him an inspiring shove towards Ebrietas, who is "sitting" with her hands on her lower tentacles.
"I apologize for my earlier rudeness," says Alfred in an unsettling monotone. "I acted hastily and without consideration for your feelings."
That's very nice of you. Thank you...?
"Alfred."
Thank you, Alfred. What are you going to do now?
"I was going to take a seat over there by the gun and re-evaluate my life choices."
Well, good luck with that.
In robotic fashion, Alfred wanders over towards Ellis and sits down on a pack of munitions, staring out towards the overlarge moon.
Who is he?
"One o' the Executioners. Met him over by the entrance ta old Yharnam before I picked up the Powder Kegs. He saw ye toss me and came ta chew me out for destroyin' the Church. Hell of a throw, by the way."
She somehow beams at you without a mouth, then turns back towards Alfred, who has not moved an inch since sitting down. Maybe he and Rosemary could start a support group.
We're the good guys, right?
"Aye."
Before the conversation can get too heavy, you rummage through your sleeves and produce one of the hooded women's bells. Ebrietas leans forward to scrutinize it, switching from one eye to the other.
"Any idea what this is? The ladies doin' the summonin' each had one."
It's not dissimilar from the eye you showed me earlier; it's a link between this world and another one. The difference is that while the eye transports one's entire being into the other world, this simply creates a copy of the target's body and transfers their consciousness to it. I believe that when the copy dies, the consciousness returns to the original body.
"That sounds ripe for abuse," you say.
"Case in point" replies Liam as you hear yet another interloper burst into flames.
"So what would happen if I tried ta use it?"
I'm not sure. Sorry.
"Nah, don't be. Learned a lot."
She hands the bell back to you and you return it to its home among your other goodies. You scan the roof for Simon and spot him looking through one of the Powder Kegs' sacks of melee weapons, running his fingers over the edges and taking a few practice swings. He seems to be adjusting well to being in the future, although that's not too surprising considering that he's used to Yharnam being a beast-infested shithole.
"What should we do if Alfred tries to make a run for it?" asks Liam. "I've still got the burlap sack downstairs if you need it."
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