Conversation · Evrart Claire

"Oh, I know everything about you, Harry." He taps on the folder in front of him. "I have a big fat folder on you. Very juicy stuff."

"And the word on the street is your memory is a bit... hazy." He looks at you questioningly. "If that's true, maybe I can help you out? Do you a little favour so to speak."

It might be a good idea to hide your confusion... I mean, see what his game is first.

"It's true. My memory is a bit hazy."

"I assure you, there's nothing to be ashamed of, Harry. You're among friends and the good news is..." He taps on the folder again.

"My big fat folder is ready to serve. I'm sure you have a lot of questions -- maybe my fat folder and I can help you out? Do you a little favour of sorts?"

It's just a brown folder. You can't make out what's written on it.

"Are you trying to tell me you've gotten hold of some of our documents?" The lieutenant inspects Evrart over his spectacles.

"Mr. Kitsuragi, would you mind?" His eyes never leave yours. "Harry has some questions he needs answers to."

Asking too many questions will make you look weak. You should maybe focus on the folder.

Don't just jump to the folder. That's not smart, shows you're on the edge. Do some probing first.

"What kind of a cop does it say I am ?"

"It says..." He looks in the folder. "Oh yes... very interesting. It says you're more like a mad prophet than a cop. Always rambling about the end of the world... I'm sure these stories are exaggerated."

"Very much exaggerated. I'm not a mad prophet. I'm just a cop."

"I know that, Harry." He smiles broadly. "I know you. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me."

He's probably just making a guess based on your recent activity in Martinaise.

"Exaggerated?! Evrart, the time is now! We are looking at a catastrophic global loss of life."

"Of course, Harry." He nods along. "Sin, blood, death, catastrophic loss of life... all those things. And that's why you and I must be prepared, so let's talk about how we can help each other."

"Well, Harry..." He turns a couple of pages in the folder. "If I were to sum you up in one word, it would be apologetic."

"I'm... sorry?"

"Yes." He inspects you over his giant bug-eyed glasses. "You seem to be. A lot of the time. But right now there's no reason to be. Let loose a little. Be you."

"What? I'm not apologetic. I'm confident."

"Well you sure come off as very confident in all our interactions, Harry." He chuckles. "You're a real man's man."

"Oh Harry..." He opens the folder and leafs through its contents. "You are the most regular, traditional, by-the-book law official imaginable."

"Hey, I'm not that ordinary!"

"Of course you're not, Harry," he exclaims. "You're my special boy! Big friend of the Union. This is very non-ordinary."

"Hey, I'm not that regular, check out my tie."

"Now that is funky, Harry." He rubs his big hands together. "You are a colourful fellow, not a boring stiff like this deceitful folder here implies."

We are charming his pants off, bratan! Great job!

"I just want to do my job, that's all."

"As do we all, Harry." He nods, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "We're all just trying to do our best, aren't we? I'm gonna help you do yours."

"Harry, you're not simply a cop, you're a star! A bright shining star in the drab law enforcement sky, outshining all other stars. You're a super star."

"That's what I like about you, Evrart. You get me."

"Of course I do, Harry." He smiles a sly smile. "And I'm gonna help you shine. I'm gonna put you on all the big stages. Your name in giant neon letters: 'HARRY DU BOIS.'"

The giant neon sign reading "HARRY DU BOIS" hanging from the Kvalsund crane can be seen all the way to Jamrock.

Somewhere in Mirova a beautiful woman sees the bright glow on the horizon and says to herself: "Oh my god, I shouldn't have left him..."

"No-no-no-no... NO. I'm definitely not a star."

"Nonsense, Harry." He shakes his head. "You lit up this container, when you walked in here. You're my golden boy."

"Well, Harry..." He opens the folder and leafs through its contents. "It looks like you like to party -- hard. And you like disco music. I guess you're a disco-cop."

"I'm planning on changing a lot of things about myself."

"I'm going to stand 100% behind you through all these changes, Harry." He reaches his arms out. "You need to understand that all I want to do is to help you."

"I do like me some disco."

"Harry, sometimes I think we're so similar it frightens me!" He holds his giant head between his hands. "I too love... regular, normal music!"

"Do you know anything about my family? Do I have a wife or kids or...?"

"Family? Harry, you're not a family man. There's not one peep of family in here. Unless you think you're a family man? Do you strike yourself as a family man, Harry?"

"Never mind the family."

"Family, Harry..." He glances lovingly at the framed photo in front of him. "... is the most important thing in the world."

"I think I do. I'd be a wonderful father."

"Well... yes." He looks around, uninterested. "I'm sure you're gonna make one little boy or a girl very happy and proud one day, Harry."

"You're right, I don't."

"That's why I like you, Harry!" His fat finger is pointing at you. "A good man knows both his strengths and his weaknesses and you my friend... you are one of the all time greats."

Have another look at that folder.

As you look at the folder, Evrart covers it with his hand and pets it. Is he trying to hide that it's not a real RCM folder? It certainly doesn't have the RCM stamp on it.

"That's not an RCM folder."

"Okay, Harry, you got me," he says, grinning. "This is from the Census Bureau, not the RCM. Those Census Bureau people are absolutely corrupt. You should do something about them."

"He got the name from the Census Bureau and everything else from your actions here in Martinaise."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Kitsuragi, from the Census Bureau, like I said." He looks annoyed. "Now I'm actually a very busy man, so is there anything else I can do for you, Harry?"

That means he doesn't really know anything about you.

A pity. The mystery of you will have to remain a mystery for the time being.

"So the Census Bureau says my name is Harry Du Bois?"