All language subtitles for See.S01E08.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

You wish to return me to Kanzua?
There is no Kanzua.

You think I'm going to tell my men

all their families were killed
to save your dynasty?

I am their queen.

I think that's something
we should reconsider.

I want both of you to know
what we set out to know.

I want to know
what we all sacrificed so much for.

I want to know
what I sacrificed my wife for.

Something doesn't feel right.

-Haniwa, no!
-Cease fire!

-You are Haniwa?
-Yes.

-And you who shouted, what's your name?
-Kofun.

Just beyond these trees there is a bridge.

You may pass over that bridge
into the House of Enlightenment.

Only the children of Jerlamarel may cross.

You and me together, little brother.

The day has come,
and you must meet your father.

Chet-chet!

Chet-chet-chet!

Haniwa, Kofun, I'm very happy to see you.

Are you...

I'm Jerlamarel. Your father.

When I heard the queen and her
Witchfinders found the Alkenny,

I feared the worst.

Let me look at you.

Well, you must be exhausted
from your journey.

Come. I'll get you settled.

The House of Enlightenment.

I've never seen anything like it.

I found the building mostly intact.

It was once a prison,
so it was built to last.

Took me years of scavenging for parts
to build a generator,

but because of that we have electricity
for light, hot water, heat.

Everyone's so excited to meet you.

Everyone?

It's me.

Meet your brothers and sisters.

Haniwa, Kofun, you made it.

I am Oloman, your brother.

This is Sheva.

-That's Nonni, Sammy.
-Welcome.

This is Sheena.

Welcome.

Nice to meet you.

And these two little monsters over here
are Hayah and Hoveh.

You must be hungry.
Let's get some food.

For the food we eat
and the family we eat it with,

including our newest brother and sister,

we give thanks.

You may begin.

Now you need to get some rest.

Haniwa, this is your room.

Kofun's will be right next door.

Here are your things.
This is your bed.

This is a painting by Claude Monet.

Well, it's not an actual painting.
It's a reproduction.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

And I've saved the best for last.

These are your showers.

And this bottle here, your soap.

The water even gets heated.

Yes. We read about it in the books.

I think you'll find this a bit more
satisfying than reading about it.

Come, Kofun. I'll show you your room.

They expect us to sleep in these things?

I guess so.

If we're all one big family,
why don't we sleep together?

I was thinking the same thing.

Here. Get in.

So warm, without any fire.

I miss Dad.

I miss him too.

Do you think
we're ever gonna be with him again?

I don't know.

We just left him on his own...

after everything that happened with Mom.

I don't know why we came here.

No one talks to her.

No one comes near her.
Watch her like your life depends on it.

Does it?

Yes.

You were right.

You warned me that sooner or later

I would regret supporting
your sister's continued reign.

But I doubt even you could have predicted
just how right you'd be.

Each one of these soldiers
lost a parent, child, a sibling, a spouse.

Every one of them could become the leader
of the mutiny against her... or us.

If they find out about what she's done,

I fear there'll be no stopping it.

If?

How can it be prevented?

The only people here who know the story
are you, me, your witch

and the queen's accomplice,
who is currently under guard.

And the queen herself.

Sooner or later, your men
are gonna want to hear from their queen.

And how do we prevent the story
from coming out then?

She cannot be allowed to emerge
from that building as queen again.

What exactly does that mean?

It means there are two outcomes
available to us.

Either she emerges having abdicated
the throne willingly,

blessed her sister as her successor
and agreed to be ruled by her...

or she does not emerge at all.

She will never give up the throne
no matter what you say to her.

Nothing I can say
would persuade her to do it.

So you will have to try.

You're with Princess Maghra, yes?

The Witchfinder trusts you to guard me.

I presume that means you're sworn
either to him or to her.

And I have to assume it's to her,

given the contempt
that he clearly holds for you.

You should be quiet now.

Just yesterday I was property
to the most brutal of men.

I acquiesced because it was better
than the alternative...

right up to the moment when it wasn't.

What is it exactly that you owe her?

Your loyalty perhaps.

But your obedience,

your future, your life?

How can that be?

The queen has made it clear what
I stand to gain if I solve this problem.

Let me make it clear to you

what you stand to gain
if you help me solve it.

It's good to be lieutenant to a princess,

but it's so much better
to be lieutenant to a queen.

What's this?

Read it.

There was a time, before all this,

where you could still be counted on
to see reason.

I remember that version of my sister.

And I'm here in the hopes
that she still exists within you.

And that she'll accept
the reality of her situation

and do the sensible thing.

"Abdicate the throne."

Affix your seal. Endorse it.

Read it to the men, today, right now.

And accept its result that you will live
under my rule as queen.

What a fantasy this must have been.

Walking in here, thinking I might
actually do this for you.

For me?

Do it. Don't do it.

I offer this to you out of mercy
and for the sake of our father's memory.

Whether you choose
to accept it or not is your choice.

But it isn't my choice, Maghra.

You know that.

It's just not something
that can be bargained away.

Negotiated under duress to save my life

or to impart
some longed-for meaning to yours.

Only the gods decide who's king or queen.

And when they do, Death must be a witness,

or there is no succession,
no majesty, no legitimacy.

Just a petty lie agreed upon
by petty people.

If you want my divinity,

one of you must have the courage
to pick up a knife and come take it.

God's law, God's voice, God's words.

It's amazing how they all just align

with whatever it is
that you want at any given moment.

It is fitting then that you'll meet
your end in a place like this,

declaring God's will to be on your side

as misfortune strips you
of everything and anything

that you once laid claim to bit by bit.

The offer to abdicate stands.

Do it, don't do it.

It's entirely up to you.

Get any sleep?

Not really.

I can imagine.

You've left behind everything
you've ever known.

It's natural to feel a bit lost.

But I promise you, the opposite is true.

You're with your family now.

Come on. I'll show you around.

This is where we study every day.

A pencil?

We all have so much to learn.

Right?

And here we are, the librarium.

Took me almost ten years
to get all these books in here.

Science, mathematics, medicine,

history, geography, engineering,
literature.

Our ancestors were very meticulous
when it came to documenting

their knowledge and accomplishments
for posterity.

It's almost as if they knew
we would one day need them.

There is so much I'd like to share
with you, this blessing that we have.

This blessing can often feel
like a curse, can't it?

Because every day,
we see all the wasted potential

in this world and in ourselves.

And you feel alone.

Really?

Kofun, you know what I mean.

We've had to hide all of these things
that we can do from everyone.

Exactly.

I've spent most of my life traveling,
searching for others like me.

And I've crossed the Trivantes
all the way to the Western Badlands.

And west of the Payan
all the way to the Atlantic.

I have never found a sighted person.

You've seen the ocean?

I've swum in it.

So, why did you come back?

To build this place.

A citadel of knowledge

and a sanctuary where we could
safely gather and learn.

Educating ourselves and eventually others
of the sciences of our forefathers.

But you said you never found
another person with sight.

I didn't. So, I made you.

Are we all your children?

Yes. You, Kofun,

Oloman, Sheva.

Everyone except the two little ones.

They are Oloman's.

And their mothers?

They love their mothers dearly
as you love yours.

And there is always a place for her here.

Our mother is dead.

-What?
-She was killed by the Witchfinders.

I am very sorry to hear that.

I was quite fond of her.

Can't have been that fond of her.
You left her alone.

-Kofun.
-Pregnant with your children.

You left us alone our entire lives.

Did you not want to know us?

Who we were, what we were like?

You have every right to be upset.

You know, I would be lying
if I said I didn't regret

the way I handled some of these matters.

I was young. Often unwise.

Being chosen doesn't make me perfect.

No, far from it.

But I was chosen, Kofun.
You must see that.

A sighted baby born to blind parents.

I was born to be a bridge
between this dark world

and a better one to come.

We've been given a divine mission.
And we will be remembered.

Our names will be spoken
for the rest of human history.

Come on. I'll show you the generator.

What are you doing?

He doesn't even care that Mom is dead.

Of course he cared.

He was clearly upset about it,
but she wasn't his wife.

No, she was just there
to carry his babies.

To carry us, Kofun.
I don't think you're being very fair.

What, so he believed that we were chosen
to bring light into the world?

Chosen.

Born.

Call it what you like. All I know is that
we've lived our lives in fear until now.

Hunted by people
who should really be afraid of us.

Wait, you want to be feared?

I'd rather be feared
than burned as a witch.

Ready?

Is that all coal?

Yes, we have our own mine
just beyond the fence line.

The Payan lands are rich in coal.

That's how you power the lights?

Yeah. I'll show you.

Oloman.

Morning.

The burning of the coal in the boiler
creates steam under pressure.

Blows into the turbines which spins
the generator to create electricity.

You built this alone?

Yes. I rebuilt it.

But Oloman, he's the one that learned
how to really make it sing.

I just added this.
Pressure release valve.

See, you've got to control the pressure,

or you either end up with none
or way too much.

Either way, no power.

Imagine what we can accomplish together
once we grow in numbers.

We'll be able to light entire cities.

What are cities for the blind people
gonna do with all that light?

These cities will be for the sighted.

There's about ten of us.
What about everyone else?

Is your plan just to leave them behind?

No. No, of course not, Kofun.

But make no mistake,
in the natural order of things,

the blind are the aberration, not us.

And soon enough, they will come to us,

asking us to father sighted children.

Children that will need
to be educated in a place like this.

And in the future, other places like this.

God, nature, whatever you wish to call it,

has elected to restore vision to humanity.

And that responsibility
has been given to us.

-Thank you, Oloman.
-Yes, sir.

Kofun.

I know Jerlamarel
can take some getting used to.

Does he think he's some kind of god?
That we're all gods?

No, not gods,
but the first of a new breed.

A returning race of humans
that can help realize our true potential

after living like frightened animals
in the darkness for 500 years.

Frightened animals?

I hope that you meet
my real father one day.

Look, I get it, Kofun.

It wasn't any easier for me
when I first got here.

But what you don't realize is that
even though you can see,

you've been living out there
in the darkness your whole life.

Just give it some time.

Jerlamarel may not have raised us,
but he made us with purpose.

-To bring light back into the world.
-That's right.

You can start by taking this shovel.

The Witchfinders murdered your people.

We grieve for them.

Here, too, the Valeyas have known
the pain of their souls.

But my people worry that you
may lead Tamacti Jun back to us.

Our child is badly hurt
and in need of healers.

She won't last a day in the wild.

Would you turn her away?

You may leave the girl.

But you two must agree to make tracks
leading away from here.

You have my word.

Brave, Bow Lion.

Where will you go?

God Flame knows.

But the Valeya will be good to you.

You must make a life for yourself here.

There's nothing for you out there,
Bow Lion.

Your mother is in your spirit.

I dream a long life for you, dear girl.

With many journeys yet to come.

-Chet-chet.
-Chet-chet-chet.

My brave lion.

I stand with Baba.

We'll never forget you, Bow.

It's just you and me now, you big lump.

What gods did you anger to deserve this?

My mother taught me very sad days
last no longer than very happy days.

She a presage too?

No. She liked to get drunk.

Which makes the lesson
no less valuable on that account.

It's starting to get cold.

We should start a fire.
I'll find something to kill.

Colonel. This is a surprise.

Is it?

I would think
you would've been expecting me

with the arrival of Baba Voss' children.

In fact, I was a little concerned
you didn't contact me

as you promised the general.

Did you think my archers
wouldn't send word?

I was getting around to it.
It's been a little hectic around here.

Well, we're here now.
Where are my prisoners?

Tell me, why is the general so fixated
on these children specifically?

It's my job
to follow the general's orders,

not to question them,
not to understand them.

You might wanna consider that.

Well, unlike you, I do not work
for the general. We're partners.

Tell yourself that if it helps.

Are you absolutely certain these are
Baba Voss' children we're getting?

It's a long way to Trivantes
and we wouldn't want any mistakes.

You are getting his daughter, Haniwa.

-And the son?
-No.

Are we going to have a problem here?

No problem at all.
As long as the boy stays here.

Might I remind you, my family and I
are armed and you are outnumbered.

Well, then,
I guess the girl will have to do.

Kofun?

You don't have to sneak around.

They're talking about us.
Why are they talking about us?

What?

Haniwa!

Kofun!

Baba!

Open the door!

Help!

Open the door!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Haniwa! Haniwa, Haniwa! No!

Open the door! Open the door!

Go.

Giddyap.

Giddyap.

You all right?

She was my daughter. Your sister.

I just-- I didn't see another way.

It's a shame.
She had such great potential.

What about Kofun?

What did he see?

Enough.

I waited so long for these two.

It's very upsetting.

You did what you could.

Not enough.

More than she would've done for you
if the roles were reversed.

Are you certain about that?

Yes. Very.

And, though maybe not at this moment,

on some level, so are you.

You are not to blame.

And if your father was here, he'd agree.

I'll make sure to be quick.

Witchfinder?

You have been a fixture in my life
for as long as I can remember.

It'll be nearly unthinkable
not having your counsel

in whatever future life
I'm about to step into.

I've made some additional remarks.

Assuming they have my sister's blessing,

I'll read them to the troops
to begin the transition.

My abdication.

Stop! Stop! What are you doing?

Get away from him!

Tamacti Jun.

What did you do?

What did you do?

Thank you for your service.

Sibeth, no.

What have you done?

Maghra, once a dog bites,

no matter how loyal
you remember him once being,

no matter your fondness for him,
he must be put down.

-You've killed us both.
-Hardly.

His army waits outside,
and when they find out--

No, no, no, no. Not his.

He just borrowed it.

And they will hear the truth,

that his guilt over the injuries
I sustained was simply too great to go on.

He took his own life
according to the Old Way.

A loyal servant to the end.

Obviously, if you and I
were to tell conflicting stories,

it would only cloud that truth.

Confusion would set in, chaos, and then,
yes, we probably both lose our heads.

Or we walk out of here together

and deliver the message,
in which I'll explain

that in this time of crisis, I will lead
my soldiers with my sister at my side.

The first time in my reign
that I'll rule with her counsel.

Don't be frightened.

I'm here.

I am right here.

So much is about to change.

Get off! Let go! Go!

Calm down, Kofun.

What did you do with my sister?

Your sister is fine.

You gave her to the Trivantians.

The Trivantians are not the monsters
you were raised to fear.

If it was not for my partnership
with them,

this place, my family, would all have
been killed long ago by the queen.

With our vision and the Trivantian army,

we can conquer the queen once and for all.

That will take years,

but soon we will control the most
powerful military on the continent.

We will no longer be hunted like dogs,
but seen as gods.

But it will take a sacrifice.

Kofun, my son. I--

I'm not your son, you crazy fuck!

Shut your mouth.

You do not deserve the blessings
you've been given.

Take him out the back way.
I do not want the children to see him.

I'm very sorry.

You'll be taken to the outskirts
of the facility, then you're free to go.

What about my sister?

What about my sister?

What about my sister?
What about my sister?

Take everyone downstairs
and organize the larder.

Await my call.

I do not want the children to hear him.

-Hey!
-Hey! Hey!

Dad. On your right.
On your right. On your right.

On your left!

Wall! Wall!

-We here?
-Yeah, we're here.

Jerlamarel!

Jerlamarel!

Where are you?

You're not hiding from me, are you?

Do you see me?

'Cause I smell you.

Hiding in your filth like a fucking rat.

Is this your House of Enlightenment?

There's no trees.

No air.

Just the putrid stench of things rotting.

Your vision and all your knowledge
is a disease that wiped out your kind.

But you feel nothing.

You fools know nothing.

Come on out and fight me
like a fucking man, you coward.

Baba Voss. It doesn't need to be this way.

You gave my baby girl to the Trivantians.

It's not my fault. It's yours.

The general only wanted her
because he thinks she's your daughter.

What general?

Edo Voss.

Edo.

Your brother.

And you just gave her to him?

I had no choice.

What kind of man waits 17 years
to meet his children only to betray them?

I am fighting for the entire human race!
Sacrifices must be made!

They're my children. You hurt them!

They are not your children.

They were made to fulfill a destiny
you couldn't possibly understand.

Is that right?

I'm gonna tear your fucking head off!

No, you won't.

You fuck. You fuck.

You can't possibly think
you can defeat me.

Oh. I'm stupid like that.

Where are you? Fucking coward.

It's a weapon of the ancients.

Much more efficient
than your arrows and swords.

I know what a gun is.

It's a weapon of choice
for men with no balls.

You can't win, Baba Voss.

You live in a world of perpetual darkness.

I belong to a future where you and
your kind must be left behind forever.

Oh, no. Now, you're in my world.

Where are you?

Everywhere.

No one leaves until I get back.

I smell your blood, Jerlamarel.

Yeah?

And your fear.

Do you smell yours?

I'm going to bleed you out,
little by little.

So you can feel the life
draining from you.

A coward's death.

Slow and wet.

Chet-chet.

Look at me. Look at me.

You did this.

Wait, wait, wait.

Please, please! Please don't!

Kofun?

Yes.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

The Witchfinder is dead!

He was the last of his kind.

A soldier with the honor to recognize

that having failed his queen, his kingdom,

his gods, and himself...

he had no choice
but to take a soldier's death,

which demands a release
in the traditional manner.

A hero to the end.

Who leaves us with the responsibility

to live up to his noble sacrifice.

So we forge ahead.

We will build a new world for ourselves.

A world without hardship.

A world without want.

-A world without--
-A world without fear.

A world without hate.

A world without superstition.

A new path unlike any we've
ever traveled before.

And in this new world that
Tamacti Jun's sacrifice made possible,

there may be no need
for Witchfinders at all.

Sergeant, we go to the Lavender Road.

That was interesting.

A world with no Witchfinders
would mean a world with no witches.

We're gonna find my family.

That's not up for discussion.

And when we do, I will not have them
labeled as fugitives by our army.

"Our" army?

Isn't it?

So, the road ahead
leads to a sighted kingdom.

I suppose I shall need a sighted king

in such a world
to give me sighted children.

Having been rejected by Jerlamarel once,

you can understand
why I'd not make the overture again.

What are you suggesting?

Tell me more about your son.

Chet-chet.

What do you see, my boy?

Towers of God bone.

More than I've ever seen in my life.

There's smoke.

Paris.

She's here.

Let's go get your sister.