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I see.

That's a shame.

Thank you.

Hmm?

Was that Kino's group?

Yeah.

They looked hard, but there's still no sign of Chief Day's juggernaut.

Not one piece, huh?

That isn't good.

And again, that's a bad artillery plan.

Yeah.

I'm sure it isn't bothering you, but I'm gonna say it anyway.

None of this was your doing.

I figured they'd be coming after our base next, but so far, nothing.

Today's attack had the secondary goal of testing that new weapon.

That secondary goal killed four.

If it's completed, we'll lose a lot more. The Republic will fall. That may

matter to us, but to the Major, it's the entire world.

Hmm?

What is it?

Oh, nothing.

Moving along, the new unit's been keeping silent for a while now. How can

tell? I memorized its voice.

And I doubt the enemy commander will let it wipe us out from afar.

I found him. Your brother?

He found me, too.

He'll come for me next.

It's good luck for me, but terrible for all of you.

So now what?

Will you hang yourself tonight before you die tomorrow?

No chance in hell.

We're following you to the bitter end, Reaper.

I got them all gone.

Got them all gone. I got

them

all

gone.

See you next time.

Thank you for watching!

We are here to be wiped out.

This entire unit's a hangman's gallows.

Special orders.

Target the deepest part of the Legion -held territory.

Mission duration unlimited.

No support.

Immediate execution in the event of retreat?

That's the whole point of this place. To make soldiers fight till they're dead.

This is the last place we'll ever serve.

Every single one of us will die here.

What's going on?

Lena?

A final mission with a survival rate of 0%, huh?

Well, that sure sounds like this country all right. Hate to break it to you.

Annette, please, I really need your help. We have to do something. Do

Do what specifically?

Go on TV and give a speech?

Yell at somebody important?

If it were that easy to change minds, things wouldn't be like this in the

place.

Just give it up, would you?

This isn't something we can fix. Nothing we do matters. So would you please...

Stop it!

Stop pretending you're a bad person to justify doing nothing!

Goddammit, the one who needs to stop here is you!

How many times have I asked you to stop?

There's nothing we can do!

Not you, not me. No matter how much we want to, we can't do anything to save

them.

Then did you... Our old neighbors?

They weren't just scientists on my dad's research team. Our families had always

been close.

But that... that all changed when the war began.

You see, that wonderful family were 86.

They had two boys.

The older brother was way older, but the younger one was just about my age.

We went to the same school, played together all the time.

That boy and I were good friends.

But one day, out of the blue, the 86 all stopped coming to school, and my

classmates started bullying me.

They mocked me for being friends with a filthy colored.

It hurt so much, and there was nothing I could do.

But my neighbor didn't know what was going on. He still wanted to play.

I told him to go away.

We got into a fight.

That's when I said it.

You filthy coward!

I was scared.

Scared that I was capable of saying that to my friend.

That's why, when my dad was thinking about ignoring the danger to take our

neighbors in and shelter them, I said no.

I said he wasn't my friend, that I wouldn't put myself in danger for him.

I think my dad was looking for my support, but instead, I gave him a way

The next day, we watched as their whole family was shipped out to the camps.

There was nothing I could do but tell myself this was out of my hands, that

there was never a chance.

But you, every time, every single time,

It's almost funny, you know?

You're always acting like such a saint, but you don't even realize.

You're every bit as guilty as I am.

What

is this

place? The boys who lived next door, and their mother, had a strange power.

They could tell each other what the others felt without saying a word.

My dad took an interest in that power.

This place is where it all began.

At first, it was so simple.

They'd put on these little toy -like devices and try to guess what their mom

thinking behind the curtain.

It was more like a game than an experiment.

But when the military found out that there was a new kind of communication

could replace wireless, they ordered my dad to perfect it.

No matter what the cost.

And the ultimate result was the raid device that you're wearing on your neck.

So tell me, how many 86 do you think died to make that thing?

It shares words with people. You can't exactly test that on animals, can you?

Yep. Test it on humans.

Though officially the 86 aren't human, are they? Pretty convenient loophole,

don't you think?

The test subjects were all children.

Results first, safety last.

They all died suffering.

My dad couldn't take it.

He committed suicide.

It wasn't an accident?

You think my dad of all people would screw up the settings on a Pararade?

He told me over and over that he had blood on his hands.

That he'd abandoned his friends and deserved to suffer and die more than

And if that's the case, then what exactly do I deserve? I bear the same

don't I?

So I decided to take over my dad's research, victims and all.

That undertaker of yours?

We got the request to investigate him because of the dead handlers, remember?

Yes. I thought if I had them bring in the processor at the root of it all, I

might have somehow been able to save him if nobody else.

But that's pure hypocrisy. I'm glad those shitheads stationed in transport

refused to bring him in.

You see, there's nothing we can do for them.

I don't have the capacity to save anyone.

And you, even with all your hope, you're no different.

In fact, you're even worse.

You were so determined to interfere and keep them all alive that now they're

looking down the barrel of a suicide order.

If you'd slacked off like everyone else and let them die normally, they might

have had a chance.

But thanks to you, they'll all be slaughtered!

I hate you, Lena.

Just leave.

And never let me see your face again.

I won't let you die.

I won't. I won't let you die.

Anyone else die.

I won't let you die.

What is it now?

I formally request the cancellation of the special recon orders given to the

Spearhead Squadron.

I do believe I told you not to get too involved.

This is insane! Why must they continue marching meaninglessly to their deaths?

The 86 need to be wiped out.

That's the safest, best option for this country, according to its government and

by extension its people.

In short, that's the will of the nation.

If, at this war's end, the things we've done to the 86 were to become public

knowledge, the Republic would become an international pariah. Our place in

history would be forever marred.

Our people remembered solely as oppressors.

Our national ego is why we deny them the right to recover or bury their dead.

When the last of the 86 die, it will be as if they never existed at all.

And thus, it will be as if the Republic had done nothing wrong.

A very small number of people will know the truth, yes, but most of them will

look the other way, won't care, or even support the idea.

And it is our role as servicemen, Lena, to enact the will of the people.

The 86 are a part of this republic too, aren't they?

So shouldn't the republican ideals espoused by Saint Magnolia herself apply

them too?

And if they don't, how is this the will of the republic?

It's a country overrun with fools and villains, the same sort who had Saint

Magnolia executed, who sacrificed her on the altar of wealth and greed.

What more can you expect out of them?

Mankind was not ready to have freedom and equality, Lena. And I personally

think that we're ever going to be ready.

nothing more than an empty excuse to try to justify your despair.

You know it's wrong to just sit back and let this happen.

You are welcome to speak of your hopes and your ideals as much as you would

like, but you're not about to persuade anyone.

That is why you came to me, is it not?

Hope and despair are one and the same.

You want something that you cannot have.

They're two names for two sides of the same coin.

Captain Knowthen. I've been given special recon orders.

I've received them.

I'm sorry.

I tried as hard as I could, but I couldn't do anything.

I can imagine.

There's no point in obeying these ridiculous orders.

Just run away.

Where is there to run?

Everybody dies someday.

You can't blame anyone if that day comes a little earlier than you expect.

But why?

I don't understand.

Why do you always just accept it?

You're losing your future, your wishes, even your life.

And you don't hate us.

How is that possible?

Major, for us, it's not as if we're walking to our deaths.

We're finally following the path we wanted to follow.

Going to the place we wanted to go.

We can finally be free.

I would prefer you didn't disparage that.

Then please, please at least tell me that you're not going to fight anymore.

I have to.

We have to fight if we want to move forward.

We've known that much from the start.

Because you can't move forward without killing your brother.

Why did you have to realize that?

Of course I realized.

Whenever you're sad, you always laugh to hide the pain.

Especially when you talk about your brother.

Please don't do this. Even if he's part of the Legion, he's still your brother.

My brother is a shepherd. I can't go anywhere without killing him.

Captain! Major, there's no need for you to monitor us anymore.

What are you... I would rather you...

Didn't hear my brother's last words.

So please, do not contact us again.

Go past the eastern border, and you'll no longer hear the voices of the Legion.

If anyone's left alive, that's where help might show up.

When a Shepard dies, he throws the Legion into chaos for a while.

He can buy you that much time, at least.

So...

Captain, no, then.

All I ask is that you survive until then.

You're packed up with all the provisions.

Fuel, ammo, and spare parts we can muster.

Ah, and I tossed in a few extra spare legs for a certain idiot commander who

can't keep his intact.

I appreciate it. Oh, yeah. You can do your own simple repairs, right?

Yeah, given how much I break them.

At least show a little regret there, snot -nosed brat. Could you try not to

fight like you usually do?

Now that's a promise I can't keep.

This is the final time, kid. You can at least lie to me.

I'm sorry.

I swear.

You're a real piece of work, you know.

I feel bad for Haruto.

If he lasted a little longer, he could have joined us for one hell of a hike.

Yeah. Think this rain's going to stop?

Having clear skies would be nice, for the first day at least.

Oh, oh, oh, I've got a trick for that.

Kai used to do it. Hey, kids, get over here.

Now that it's the last time, I realize I'm going to miss the old man's

Really?

Was showing my fear Out in this far

second land We need a voice that listens

And who understands I

want to show you the night Was around my...

here on the first day, remember?

On Assignment Day?

Yep. Yeah, that's when we made that promise again.

All together.

No matter who calls us pigs, we'll never let ourselves become them.

As long as one of us still lives, we'll keep on fighting until our last day.

Who'd have thought five of us would get that far?

That's not half bad.

I guess the Major really is leaving us alone.

What's wrong? Do you miss her?

Not even close.

But I guess something about it does kind of bug me, you know? After all the time

we spent together, it feels like she could have said goodbye to us.

Yeah, basically that. We kept telling her to leave us alone, and it finally

took. We shouldn't be upset about that.

The rain stopped.

Clear skies!

Your trick worked, Karina.

Well, that's gotta be a good omen.

Take a look. They're all shiny.

I even cleaned all your emblems, too.

Looking clean there, Fido.

So handsome.

You seem cheery.

Well, he was filthy.

I'm happy for you.

Hmm? What the hell is this?

It's candy.

Wait, did it live?

So the old man treated us like children till the end of the road.

Nobody's forgetting anything, right?

Hmm. Yeah.

No.

Jen?

Let's go.

Got me too.

was supposed to be, but... Shin.

Ray, where are Mom and Dad?

Are they not coming back?

But why?

I could barely keep myself together back then.

Ray, please.

What's going on?

Why did Mom die, Ray?

It's your fault! That's not true. Mom went off the fight because of you!

No, that isn't true.

You killed our mother!

Stop it.

This is your fault. It's not.

All of this is your goddamn fault.

It's not your fault. Tom's dead.

Dad's dead.

The fact that I'm about to join them. Our blood is on your hands.

It's all because of your sin.

I... I

couldn't handle the hate and rage I

felt at my own powerlessness.

And I took it out on you.

The person I was supposed to protect.

This time, your brother will protect you forever.

So, come see me.

Shin!

Goodbye.