"I enjoy cooking, drawing, and playing instruments,
and here there are so many books I'll never read them all..."
And so more than anything, I know the joy of passing the time idly
It's something that my papa or someone taught me long ago...
-- that's the feeling that I have...
"Don't come back until you can hit the target from seven yards away."
-- the girl's guardian {Raballo} said...
In the rain, the bullets kept on dancing to the rondo that the girl played morning and night
Is obedience to orders-- "conditioning"-- an "iron law"?
Young lady... young lady... {Claes... Claes...}
"It's because people without education or curiosity don't make good soldiers."
-- the blunt guardian {Raballo} said...
Keeping her photo with utmost importance, he held the book in his hands and smiled
Is the rewriting of memories-- "conditioning"-- an "iron cell"?
Young lady... young lady... {Claes... Claes...}
"Target practice was cancelled for a little while,
So it was decided that we'd go out the next morning..."
"--- And from then on, we visited many lakes.
In Lombardy, Veneto, Piedmonte...
We never said much to each other at the Agency,
Faithfully playing the parts of teacher and student,
But somehow at the lake we always talked.
That was our unspoken rule..."
[Don't draw your weapon except in self-defense]
A little bit of practical training in the subway station infested with hoodlums
The moment the knife pierced me was a shock
Even though I'd been taught that the timing of the draw
Is more important than the shooting skill...
Ah... once you're within stabbing range, even if you've decided to use a gun
Ah... once you're within the enemy's range, it's too late to pull the trigger
--- Next time I won't hesitate
The shooting range at the Agency → The girl's SIG jammed →
Raballo quickly approached → Sending Henrietta flying with his fist →
Sending Giuse flying in an arc →
Henrietta stood up behind him →
Raising a weapon → she aimed it at him →
Seeing this, I pulled the trigger → This time I didn't hesitate...
"Immediately after I got out of the hospital, Raballo left the Agency,
Leaving me the key to his room, an old pair of glasses, and countless memories.
That was the last I saw of him..."
[When you wear these glasses, you'll be the quiet Claes]
That's not an "order" that can be changed... it's a promise sealed in blood.
And so more than anything, I know the joy of passing the time idly
It's something that my papa or someone taught me long ago...
-- that's the feeling that I have...