Id	ActionId	NextActionId	Type	IsBlock	IsEnd	BeginAnim	EndAnim	BeginDelay	EndDelay	Params[1]	Params[2]	Params[3]	Params[4]	Params[5]	Params[6]	Params[7]	Params[8]	Params[9]	Params[10]	Params[11]	Params[12]	Params[13]	Params[14]	Params[15]	Params[16]	Params[17]	Params[18]	Params[19]	Params[20]	Params[21]	Params[22]	Params[23]	Params[24]	Params[25]
1	1		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory78.jpg																								
2	2		401							1	210																							
3	3		301			DialogEnable						The Forsaken mill in and out of the radar station, checking signals and performing maintenance.																						
4	4		301									Lucia is uploading her mission report, while Liv stands next to the ocean, gazing into the distance. Lee, on the other hand, is recording his battle notes.																						
5	5		201							1	1101001																							
6	6		301							1	Watanabe	...So you have nothing to do?	1																					
7	7		301								Watanabe	Leaving the heavy lifting to your underlings, eh?	1																					
8	8		302								I could say the same for you.	100	No way.	100																				
9	100		204							1	1																							
10	9		301								Watanabe	I see that you've improved, Commandant.	1																					
11	10		302								Why this all of a sudden?	11																						
12	11		301								Watanabe	Your skin's gotten thicker.	1																					
13	12		302								...	13																						
14	13		301								Watanabe	...Just kidding.	1																					
15	14		301								Watanabe	...Not funny?	1																					
16	15		302								Heh.	16																						
17	16		202							1																								
18	17		301									The leader of the Forsaken smiles faintly. He leans against the seaside railing and falls silent. Derek's whistling is all that's audible for a while.																						
19	18		301									...																						
20	19		301									Without making a sound, Clark appears behind Watanabe.																						
21	20		301									The elderly leader moves the remaining half of the cigarette out of his mouth and puffs, silhouette barely visible in the fog. Clark puts his cigarette out and turns to the revered leader of the Forsaken.																						
22	21		201							1	1101001	1	-400																					
23	22		201							2	500154		400																					
24	23		301							1	Clark	Ahem... Hey boss... you still look as young as you did back then. Good old times, they were.	2																					
25	24		301								Watanabe	...	1																					
26	25		301								Clark	We'll take care of that guy—Captain Morse, I mean.	2																					
27	26		301								Watanabe	...Yeah, I know.	1																					
28	27		301								Watanabe	He chose to trust... and I can't betray this trust.	1																					
29	28		202							1	2																							
30	29		301		1		AniZhuanchangBegin					Watanabe didn't really say it, but you know that half of his words are meant for you.																						
