01x04 - Revelations

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G: What is this?

G: Stop...

G: Stop!

G: Stop!

G: Not again...

Devil: Da...

Devil: Danger...

G: You...

G: What the hell?

Devil: Danger...

Devil: Hurry.

Devil: There will be a pillar of fire

Devil: where blind sheep gather

Devil: on holy ground.

Devil: The hour of Heaven's fall...

Devil: Hurry.

Devil: Go now...

G: Danger?

G: Wait, has something happened to Casca?

Epiphany

P: Snow, snow, flurry, flurry,

P: spirits of winter!

P: Drifting from the sky, spirits of winter!

P: Dancing as they fall, like puffs of down!

P: Try to catch them... How mysterious—

P: Spirits of winter...

Erica: Yay!

Erica: I caught something amazing!

Erica: Rickert!

Erica: I found a goblin—

G: Hey.

G: You've grown a bit, huh?

E: Rickert!

R: Welcome back, Erica.

R: Good work.

G: You've bulked up a bit.

G: I almost didn't recognize you.

R: Guts, you're alive?!

R: It's been two years!

R: Where and what were you—

G: Sorry, Rickert, but first,

G: is she...

G: Is Casca okay?

G: What's wrong?

R: Casca's...

R: Casca's gone.

G: Wh-What happened, Rickert?

E: Guts!

G: Why? Since when?

G: Where'd she go?!

E: It's all my fault!

E: It's my fault!

E: Because I took her with me to find nuts!

R: It happened about a month ago.

R: We had no choice.

R: After so long in the mine shafts, Casca was in pretty bad shape.

R: She was barely eating.

R: Erica felt sorry for her, so...

E: Before I realized anything was wrong, she was gone...

G: Rickert,

G: then why are you still here?

G: Why aren't you out looking for Casca?!

G: You know what state she's in!

E: You idiot!

E: Idiot, idiot, idiot!

E: What's with you?

E: You're the one who abandoned her and were gone for two years!

E: You have no idea what Rickert went through!

E: He did go look for her a million times...

E: He could've just left.

E: But Rickert...

E: He came back.

E: He still came back here...

R: There's a reason I can't go.

Godo: Shut up...

Godo: I can't sleep.

G: Godo...

G: Is it a disease?

Godo: Nothing so fancy.

Godo: It's old age. Just old age.

Godo: I don't feel like listening to your prattle.

Godo: Show me your sword and false hand.

Godo: Chips in the edge, blood, rust, warp...

Godo: Looks like you've been swinging this nonstop,

barely stopping for food or rest.

Godo: To survive, you can't afford sanity.

Godo: That's the kind of fighting you've been doing?

Godo: Two years ago,

Godo: when Rickert showed up at my door, all of you grievously injured...

Godo: I still don't know what happened to you.

Godo: Given the monster that came after you,

Godo: I'm sure it was something abhorrent.

Godo: But vengeance and repaying blood debts?

Godo: Don't you think you're running away to battle?

Godo: To your hatred?

Godo: Hatred is where you turn when you can't face your grief.

Godo: Vengeance is like sharpening a blood-stained,

rusty sword in a pool of blood.

Godo: The more you sharpen it, the more rust builds up, so you sharpen it again.

Godo: Ultimately, all that remains is a shattered pile of powdered rust.

G: You don't understand.

G: You can't understand.

G: Not here, where it's nice and cozy.

G: Not when you're about to kick the bucket,

acting like you have no unfinished business.

G: No one,

G: no human being,

G: can understand what happened.

G: They all d*ed.

G: Every single one of them.

G: Without reason.

G: Without warning...

G: Without justice.

G: They d*ed like vermin!

G: They d*ed ignorant...

G: In that instant,

G: those who were irreplaceable to me...

Godo: To leave by yourself,

Godo: you cast aside those irreplaceable people.

Godo: Two years ago,

Godo: you went alone, leaving the remaining irreplaceable people,

Godo: broken after unimaginable suffering.

Godo: You fled to be alone,

Godo: to use your personal hatred to burn your very self.

Godo: Am I wrong?

Godo: You abandoned that girl.

Godo: Do you have the right to speak of vengeance for your fallen?

Godo: When it really matters,

Godo: you lean on w*r for your actions.

Godo: You're an unsheathed sword, whose blade has countless nicks.

Godo: It glistens with blood, encroached by rust.

Godo: A half-broken blade, with a lethal cr*ck...

Erica: Hurry!

Erica: This way!

Erica: See? Over there!

G: What are they?

Graves.

Erica: It just gives me peace of mind.

R: I forge the swords to serve as their grave markers.

R: It isn't as if anyone actually rests under them.

R: There aren't nearly enough for all of them,

R: but we often did this on the b*ttlefield, right?

G: Two years...

G: More than enough time for someone to change.

G: While I remained mired in hatred,

G: Rickert did this.

G: He accepted their deaths.

G: He mourned and found a new way of life.

G: It's just like him, this vigorous strength.

G: I know I'm safe here,

G: but without my sword, I can't sleep in the dark.

G: No...

G: I probably can't ever sleep at night for the rest of my life.

Godo: You fled to be alone,

Default - flashback: ,to use your personal hatred to burn your very self.

G: I didn't run away...

G: I can't get away!

G: It's b*rned into my right eye,

G: that final terror and hatred.

G: I can never atone for this pitch black flame!

G: If I can't atone, and I can't run from it,

G: I must let it burn me.

G: I must let it engulf my enemies.

Beast: Keep bathing in blood,

Beast: k*lling,

Beast: and thirsting.

Beast: Forever alone.

Beast: Forever...

G: That's right.

G: I...

G: I left her in that state.

G: What right do I have now?

G: I abandoned Casca, who was the Band of the Hawk itself.

G: I have no right to speak of vengeance for the fallen.

Corkus: You were captain of the raiding party, weren't you?

Corkus: You said something about dreams or whatever,

Corkus: but you left for selfish reasons, didn't you?

Corkus: You weren't there in our hour of greatest need.

Corkus: How can I call someone like that a brother-in-arms?

Judeau: You've left us, haven't you?

Judeau: You have no obligation to go that far for us.

Judeau: Take her with you, even if by force.

Judeau: This time, you have to.

Judeau: If you don't, she'll...

C: You'll fight your own w*r, won't you?

C: You have to go.

C: You have to go, even if you go alone.

G: That's right.

G: I left long ago.

G: At that moment, I lost the right...

G: I guess I started that w*r.

G: It's true that it wasn't what I wanted.

G: But at least it wasn't anything that was forced on me.

G: It's a w*r I chose to take on myself.

G: But...

G: Even still...

G: Those camp fires back then...

G: They continue burning in my heart.

G: That's right.

G: Is this fragile, residual fire

G: the only thing keeping that black flame from engulfing me?

G: Man...

G: Have I made

the same mistake again?

Devil: Hurry.

Devil: Go now...

G: No, not yet.

G: It's not too late, yet.

G: This time for sure...

G: I can't lose her ever again!

P: You're working hard!

Rickert: H-Hey...

Rickert: I thought you were asleep.

P: Well, yeah, but I'll just get eaten if I stay asleep.

Rickert: Oh.

P: Okay, I'll help, too!

P: As a power-up, let's add a drill and a cutter on his false hand!

Rickert: Well, that's...

Godo: Not a shoemaker's elf, but a blacksmith's, I see.

Rickert: Master, why are you dressed like that?!

Godo: There's something I have to do.

Rickert: D-Don't be reckless! I'll do it—

Godo: Shut up!

Godo: Take care of Erica for me.

Rickert: Master...

Godo: She isn't my real daughter.

Godo: She was an orphan, who lost her family in the w*r.

Godo: I only knew how to deal with iron.

Godo: But she made me into a pretty decent human being.

Godo: But you know...

Godo: When you die,

Godo: it's good to plunge into it alone.

Rickert: Master...

Godo: Tell that idiot not to turn into me.

Rickert: How's the new armor?

Rickert: The master readied it for you.

Rickert: Also, there's a new w*apon that uses gunpowder.

Rickert: And a new, improved bowgun that doesn't require assembly

Rickert: when you need it in a pinch.

Rickert: Where are you off to now?

G: Have you heard of anywhere nearby known as "holy ground"?

Rickert: Holy ground, huh...

Rickert: Now that I think of it, an old monastery

Rickert: named St. Albion is three days northeast of here.

Rickert: It's called the Tower of Conviction.

G: The Tower of Conviction...

Rickert: It's full of refugees.

Rickert: Supposedly, heretics hid among them.

Rickert: So now, the Holy See is sending a grand inquisitor.

Rickert: Basically, there'll be a witch trial...

Rickert: But why are you asking?

Rickert: Guts!

Rickert: I think the possibility that Casca's there is low.

G: I have my reasons.

G: I'm grasping at straws,

G: but I have to trust my instincts.

G: Later.

P: I don't really get what's going on.

P: But I wonder what Casca's like.

R: Guts!

R: I'm counting on you to help Casca!

R: Promise me you'll come back.

G: Godo, you're a good smith!

G: I'll ask for help again when I return.

Godo: You and your big mouth, idiot.

Erica: Dad, you have to stay in bed!

Godo: I don't think we'll see each other again.

Godo: It's better than getting all weepy, for sure.

Godo: But when you're running toward a goal like that,

Godo: you'll let something pass by, unnoticed, again.

Godo: Whether you live or die, you never get your way.

Ser: It's like a mass migration.

Azan: Disease and famine.

Azan: And now, Kushan's massive invasion...

Azan: In its time of weakness after the king's death,

Azan: Windham, the capital, was att*cked and occupied.

Azan: Most of the retainers are missing, including the royal heir,

Azan: Her Highness Charlotte.

Ser: When it rains, it pours...

Azan: Show some respect.

Ser: But if that's true, our destination, St. Albion,

Ser: is near the Midland border,

Ser: despite being within Holy See jurisdiction.

Ser: Kushans are considered our foes by religion, aren't they?

Ser: Is this the right time for an inquisition?

F: If anything were amiss, the Holy See would send new orders to us.

F: Until then, we only need carry out the one we were given.

ASer: Yes, my lady.

Ser: Lady Farnese is in a worse mood than usual.

Ser: Is something wrong?

F: I-It's nothing!

F: Don't think about it.

F: It couldn't have been real!

F: I couldn't possibly do that.

F: It must have been a hallucination, a nightmare.

F: Right now, focus on escorting the grand inquisitor!

F: Even if God never graces me with a miracle,

F: I need but pursue my faith!

Demon: God is too far removed from the likes of you.

F: No!

F: I...

Ser: Is it just a bad mood?

Ser: Those monsters...

Ser: I didn't imagine them.

Ser: It pains me to say it,

Ser: but the Black Swordsman is too heavy a burden for Lady Farnese.

Ser: Not only was she relieved of her role in the Black Swordsman's pursuit

after being blamed for his escape,

Ser: but the new mission is to escort that man?

Ser: Of course she's in low spirits...

Knight: Clear the way!

Refugees: Watch out!

Refugees: That's a giant carriage!

Refugees: sh*t! Who do they think they are?

Refugees: Shh! Know your place!

Refugees: That's the grand inquisitor's carriage.

Refugees: Look at the red wheels, hoisted on high!

Refugees: They're practically the banners of Mozgus of the Bloody Bible.

Refugees: There's no mistake.

Refugees: The Mozgus?

Refugees: The breaking wheel...

Refugees: The skewering, water t*rture, burning at the stake...

Refugees: He's easily sentenced over five hundred people to execution.

Refugees: An exponential number more are said to have d*ed by t*rture.

Refugees: He's hated by many...

F: An enemy att*ck?!

People: Die, Mozgus!

People: You k*lled my family!

People: My son!

People: My daughter!

People: I'll k*ll you!

Knights: We can't reach him through the refugees!

Knights: They've flanked us!

People: Show yourself, Mozgus!

People: Huh?

People: What?

F: What the...

M: Honestly, such a clamor...

M: God values silence.

F: Lord Mozgus, are you all right?

F: I apologize!

F: We were taken completely by surprise!

M: Lady Farnese, please rise.

M: God is generous to those who do His work.

M: It is fortunate that no one who serves the Holy See has been injured.

M: That is due to God's grace.

F: I am humbled by your words.

F: I shall be diligent in my efforts from here.

F: And who may these men be?

M: They are torturers, working only for me.

M: After rigorous training and service, they possess iron resolve.

M: They are always of great service to our work.

F: That is... very heartening to hear.

M: So, pray tell, why did you att*ck me?

Man: sh*t!

Man: Let me go!

Man: It was for revenge!

Man: You b*rned the village, k*lling everyone!

Man: You claimed it was a sanctuary for heretics!

M: I merely meted out impartial judgment, in accordance with God's teachings—

Man: How can you call it impartial?!

Man: We only said we had to temporarily suspend our tithes

because famine had exhausted our food stores!

Man: But you ignored what we said!

Man: Divine punishment...

Man: You will face divine punishment!

M: Divine punishment...

M: Divine punishment?

M: How dare you speak of divine punishment,

M: you reprobate?!

M: You are an apostate, who dares turn on a cleric!

M: And you speak of divine punishment,

M: you depraved lot?

M: Nay, none other than our Holy See

M: has the right to speak for God in this world!

M: Lady Farnese...

F: Y-Yes?

M: What would you deem appropriate punishment for ones such as they?

F: Those who plan to m*rder a man of the cloth are typically condemned

F: to execution by fire or the breaking wheel.

M: You are most wise, Commander of the Holy Iron Chain Knights.

M: That is most perceptive.

M: Then let us conduct a simplified trial here.

M: Here is my judgment.

All the accused are condemned to the breaking wheel.

Man: Forgive me!

Man: Please! No!

Soldier: N-Next.

Soldier: Next!

Soldier: Hey!

Man: Help me!

Luca: Hey...

Luca: Don't involve yourself.

Knight: Hey, girl!

Knight: Are you one of them?

Luca: Wait! She isn't with them at all!

Knight: Shut up!

Knight: Come with us, too—

Knight: Wh-What, is she addled?

Knight: Hey, come!

Man: Mercy!

Man: No!

Luca: My name is Luca.

Luca: Are you okay?

Luca: What a gruesome spectacle.

Luca: I feel nauseated.

Luca: If you watch, you'll just be sickened.

Luca: Come.

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