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I... I want to know my roots!

I appeared from one of these rocks as a child.

Can I not cut anything anymore?

Did you find what you were seeking?

I can feel the woman in me going to sleep.

I won't die.

And I won't let you either!

This is my curse.

Knock on the door of journeys with me!

Your father's sword is in my care.

Save Belle!

The divine tree is eating solists.

But it won't work...

Not yet.

I knew things would turn out this way!

We haven't fallen for each other yet.

Who else would ever see you as a woman?!

We need someone to doubt reason.

Don't tell me the girl of reason is the gods'...

Dear me. You're more theatrical than I could ever be.

The form of my curse makes me that way.

Because I, too, have been sent to appraise reason...

Tell me, can reason amount to hope in the face of doubt?

We cannot return the bird to her cage without questioning the world's reason.

Not until her homesickness shatters this world.

Sir, you are a dangerous fellow.

For your own hope, you would sacrifice much

and approve the murder of hope itself.

You should have died.

You should have died when the girl of reason cut you down.

I have nothing left to say to you.

I'll take the Ashes of the Tried next time we meet.

Oh?

Where... am I?

What am I doing here?

Can you?

Can you cut me?

I can't.

Who's there?

It's Bennett, Belle.

I came to check on you.

Would you mind letting me in?

Can you cut me?

Sure I can.

Belle?

Stop.

Stop it, Benedictine!

Why should we have to go that far?

This is a mermaid's fate, Bennett!

The real Belle has sunk somewhere deep below.

And she'll drown if she stays there.

Have you ever thought about how mermaids' physical wounds link to mental ones,

and to your male and female selves?

The light...

Not even sacred ashes can cure me now.

Why should I care?!

What have I gotten stronger for?

For this!

If it doesn't help now, in this moment, then my strength...

means nothing!

Belle.

Who's there?

It's me. You know.

Open up already!

Do you realize I came here just to see how you're doing?

Benedictine!

Your eye...

You look frightful.

Why are you here?

What have you done to this place?

No wonder I can't stand get-well visits!

I thought you died.

Your hair's a mess, and so is the rest of you.

What, are you showing off for someone?

When your male version showed up, I figured you must be...

I haven't paid you back yet.

You cut down Gordon and set my heart free.

I owe you this.

Take proper care of yourself.

You have hair like silk thread.

Here. I know you like Meissen tea.

Of course, Demitasse is more in season now.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I couldn't understand his pain.

But I tried to make him understand me.

I tried to fill him up with myself.

The same goes for him, doesn't it?

And he was a whole lot worse about it.

I like the strong Adonis.

Seeing Adonis weak makes me nervous.

A weak Adonis won't help me.

I know I'll lose the strong Adonis if I come to understand his weakness.

So I didn't want to.

I didn't want to understand.

I would have sooner killed him.

And what were you hoping for from this big, strong Adonis of yours?

Grumpy coward that he is.

I like the weak you, too.

I get to think a heartfelt "serves you right."

It feels wonderful.

It's dawned on me why I've been dying to see a menace like you all this time.

I feel like even I could be a decent woman when I'm with you.

Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

I mean I'm just another woman around you.

You look beyond my tribe, somewhere bigger and deeper.

You're pretty, you know?

Huh?

You're free.

Each tribe has its standards of beauty and ugliness,

but you aren't fettered by all that.

You're light and free.

Strength and weakness, beauty and ugliness all lie inside you.

Everyone's dying to touch them.

But like a flower, you bloom as you please,

as though you couldn't care less how we feel.

I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least get a look at you wilting.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that...

I asked Adonis to leave on a journey with me.

Because I felt lonely.

I wanted to run away from that, and I tried to sacrifice him for it.

That's not true.

It is.

If we had gone journeying, I know I would have ended up dominating and killing him.

He was looking for help,

and I...

So what if you did?

Are you trying to say it's all your fault?

Nonsense.

You just said it yourself, remember?

The real reason.

The real reason?

Yes.

Why did you want to go on a journey with him?

I...

I'm lonely.

I'm so lonely I could go crazy and die!

I'm scared! It's so hard!

I'm all alone!

I mean, no one will help me!

You'd think I could get at least one shoulder to lean on.

You'd think someone would save me.

Why am I so alone?

Why can I never... never...

do anything about my homesickness?!

Someone somewhere told me at some point...

I love my homeland and long for utopia.

I can't love myself or where I am.

I just keep wandering.

It's not your fault.

The door of journeys still won't open.

I'll just wind up even more alone when it does.

Why does trying to learn about myself

always leave me so utterly on my own?

It's not your fault.

It...

Go ahead. Say it.

It's...

Come on.

It's not... my fault?

Yes, that's right.

Now say it clearly.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault!

It's not!

That's right.

Yes, I couldn't agree more.

And where are you trying to go?

I'm going... to find out why I'm really here.

Right.

To do something about my homesickness.

Exactly.

You're going on a journey.

You'll become but one person with but one theme.

Isn't that right?

It is.

Yeah, that is right.

It's the only way I can go on living.

I'm going on a journey.

Yes.

I'm going...

to become a nomad.

What are you waiting for, Belle?

We have no choice but to live out our lives in this land,

yet we believe in what lies at the end of your journey, too.

We wish for it.

I hope we can tell each other about our respective journeys someday.

Now, shall we begin?

I don't think I have much time left.

Mermaids sing this song to cleanse rivers and lakes.

The Ocean of Psyche forms a pair with our continent of reality.

Mermaids are unsullied droplets born from its waters.

Unable to form minds of their own without parisitizing the psyches of others,

they bear a destiny from which they can never escape.

All mermaids take on mental pollution from those whose minds they parasitize.

Pollution and purity, pain and joy...

You won't lose anything at all.

I'll just send back... their stagnant sediment...

from the you... that only I know...

They ultimately return to the ocean's abyss,

purifying the pollution they've acquired.

I'll go, too. Somewhere deep.

Until we can share stories of our journeys...

Farewell, Belle.

Bye-bye, Benedictine.

Is that you, Belle?

Yeah.

It's me, Bennett.

Are your wounds recovered?

Thanks to you.

I sacrificed your other self.

I'm going to get better if it kills me.

Knowing that I managed to help you is enough for me.

This is the price I paid for her setting out.

Mermaids have good ears.

I won't be so different from before.

Good.

I'm grateful.

I don't regret it.

I knew you would say that.

Good.

I'm grateful to you as well.

I made up my mind I wouldn't cry.

I know.

I decided I wouldn't say sorry.

I think that's for the best, Belle.

Hey there, Gwyn.

Oh, hi, Belle.

Good morning.

I'm still hungover.

Good grief. Do you even have any idea where we're going?

I'll rest my head until the funeral.

A raven brought you word as well, then?

Raven Avian messenger of death

Yeah.

Gin Buck.

I wish we hadn't lost him.

Wow!

Mist!

This is unheard of.

Topdogs Good

I mean, Topdogs at an Underdog's funeral?

Underdogs Evil

I owe the late, great conductor more than a little.

How're your wounds?

All better?

Well, I guess.

I must have come off as pretty pathetic.

Ten of our guys left that fight with broken swords.

Jeez. You really are a monster.

I don't mean that in a bad way.

I really admire you.

You blew me away in that fight in the Katakombe, too.

When I cut down Tiziano, I thought that was the end of it.

I had no idea you were still fighting.

Would you have joined in if you'd known?

I'm not on either side, good or evil.

I don't know what I can and can't cut until I try.

So I guess I'd fight to cut down whoever I'm really meant to.

One of those nomad curses, right?

You've heard of them?

Gwyn told me.

Oh?

I mean, he was always visiting Mr. Gin Buck.

And what about you and that guy? Adonis, right?

Why isn't he with you?

I heard you even promised to go on your journey together.

Huh?

Did something happen?

He kind of attacked me.

Then you...

Well, between this and that, it didn't go all the way.

But he's disappeared.

I couldn't find him to talk it out if I wanted to.

Forget that loser!

I bet he's hiding because he knows you'll cut him to ribbons.

Maybe he is.

I mean, I was planning to take a swing on sight.

It looks like that observation tower.

The Katakombe?

Yes. This is one of the Collins clan's castles.

I've waited a long time for this.

Gwyn?

It's just like the Skyway Cemetery.

Belle.

Coming.

I am known as Colonel Collins.

I will preside over this funeral.

If you're a Collins, then you're from the Katakombe?

Yes.

As head priest and guardian of Taurus, I bid you welcome.

Taurus?

It's what we call this place, one of the Katakombe's four fixed palaces.

Taurus Palace of the Bull

Aion, which you defended, is another.

Aion Palace of the Lion

Belle Lablac, on behalf of the Collins clan,

I sincerely thank you for that battle.

Don't sweat it.

We fought for our lives as much as anything.

And back then, as Topdogs, we—

No, your battle truly transcended the divide between Topdog and Underdog.

You exemplified our ideal.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Colonel Collins.

You must be Gwyn.

I am.

Gin Buck told me much about you while he yet lived.

As the one responsible for scorching the Katakombe in that battle,

I've been eager for a meeting with you.

Why do you have to put it like that?

We are aware.

You have our gratitude, but never our resentment.

By the way, I've written to your clan several times via Mr. Gin Buck.

We received your messages.

I read them with great interest.

Now, if you would all make ready...

I have a shot.

I shall now perform the last rites.

He's really dead.

Tonight, the time to inquire into tidings of death has come again.

The time for another of our brethren to sleep in this hallowed ground.

Bathed in holy earthshine, I ask you.

When shall the raven blossoms, pride of this land,

set their roots in your corpse and bloom?

For I, too, claim descent

from our brother who in that battle met his end.

It's ironic.

Don't you think?

We burned the Katakombe's flower gardens so we could survive.

You expect me to believe that your burial here means we've been forgiven?

Gin Buck, I've come to you again to write a new script.

A new way for the people to be from now on...

A Paradise Shift in Schwert Land!

Paradise Shift

Eleventh Movement Homesick: Now Budding in the Echoes

Bye Bye, Earth

Bye Bye, Earth

What are raven blossoms, anyway?

That's what Mr. Gin Buck wanted.

Add me to that petition.

I'll tell him your last words.

Twelfth Movement Entreaty: A Paradise that Entrusts Death

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