Thank you.
Hey, wait a... What's this for?
Here.
Hey, answer me!
Nagira.
Eat that.
What're you...
She isn't leaving, is she?
Nagira... Thank you for everything.
I feel like it'll disappear...
...the instant I look away.
I just kept counting...
...all the many traces of loneliness...
...that I'd vomited up.
In this time that seems so dry,
...my heart is thrashing around and drowning.
It takes those lies that make my head spin...
...and tears them to pieces.
And the place I lose my way in...
...is a dim, hazy world.
Chief, these are the three guys, right?
What do you think? Can you get them registered right away?
Sure, that's not a problem, but do we really need police protection?
What are you saying?
Have you forgotten that a police prisoner van was attacked?
We can't even say for certain that we're safe here.
And I'm not about to put up with the security system going off all the time!
Hurry up and register them!
Okay.
Sir, about Mr. Toudou's ROM...
It's clear that 80% of the files were decoded 15 years ago.
What about the other 20%?
Their contents seem to have been decoded,
...but since they weren't directly connected to genetics research,
...they seem to have been deleted from the report.
And the files?
They were deleted to prevent them from being leaked,
...but I expect to have them decoded again by the end of the day.
Forward the results to me as they come in. I don't care if it's just fragments.
Understood, sir.
Looks like it's all quiet again today.
What's up? Thinking isn't really your style.
What that guy said yesterday, "The Devil's child"...
Do you think that was directed at Robin?
Beats me.
Don't try to lie to me.
The power that Robin has now isn't normal, no two ways about it!
And that guy yesterday was a Solomon scientist, right?
If it's bothering you that much, ask Robin about it to her face.
Yeah, like I could do that.
She already looked like she was about to start crying.
Hello?
Yes.
"The Devil's child"... He said that when he saw my face.
I...
The organization started hunting me because I learned the arcana of the Craft.
But I sensed something else in the letter Juliano wrote.
Maria, a woman who looked like me...
Toudou's research...
"The Devil's child"... He meant me.
I'm... something that should never have been born.
Robin, you have a visitor.
I do? Who is it?
All he'd say is that he came from Italy.
He wants to see you alone. What do you want to do?
I'll see him.
Juliano.
Juliano...!
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
We all sin, my child.
No, this is different. Please, tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth behind the profound sin I've been made to carry.
You're saying that you will accept it all?
Far better for the truth to tear my flesh apart...
...than my soul to wander in darkness for eternity.
Very well.
O Lord, grant me strength.
Grant me the courage to accept the truth, whatever it may be.
Juliano, am I a manufactured Witch?
That's right. You are a designer Witch created through genetic manipulation.
The fragrance of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge leads man to forbidden desires.
When Solomon abandoned their genetic research,
...Toudou, one of their science team, refused to abide by their decision,
...and, manipulating genetic material from a certain Witch, created you on his own.
A certain Witch? Created me?
Maria...!
So, I was right. I'm that woman's...
Juliano, you're Maria's...
Maria...
Maria... is my daughter.
So that means that you're...
What're you two doing?
Acting as Robin's lookouts.
Was there some activity?
I got word from HQ a few minutes ago.
Solomon's sending out an assault team.
An assault team? To the Factory?
Right. If we don't act soon, we'll lose our chance to rescue Miho.
When?
Just before dawn tomorrow.
That's not much time.
What do we do? It's not like we can force our way in.
No, that might actually be the right way to go.
You are not the only one who has borne this sin.
How long have you...
Since the day you were born.
So, this whole time, you've...
Why didn't you hunt me? I should never have been born.
If you had hunted me before I had learned anything,
...I wouldn't have had to suffer like this.
Yes, I should have killed you as soon as I learned you had been born.
No, on that day, I went to Maria fully intending to do so.
But I was unable to do it.
You couldn't?
Maria was a Witch.
For me, a member of Solomon, that fact was difficult to accept.
But when I learned that Maria's days on this earth were numbered...
...due to a genetic abnormality she was born with,
...I didn't want to lose my daughter. I didn't want to lose Maria.
When I heard that she was having a baby with Toudou,
...I was simply overjoyed.
I believed that God was still smiling upon me.
But Toudou had deceived me.
Maria was nothing more than a test subject to him.
And then, on that day, I stood over you.
But when I saw you, whom Maria had given her life to give birth to,
...all I could do was walk back, carrying you in my arms.
You didn't necessarily possess the power that Toudou had designed into you.
Or so I told myself.
Perhaps all I have been doing is putting off the day when I must learn that answer.
I was relieved that your innate powers had not appeared,
...and prayed in my heart that you would stay this way forever.
But I learned the arcana of the Craft and became a source of anguish to you, Juliano.
No, not at all. It was the weakness of my heart.
When you left my side, my heart was assailed by intense anxiety.
Misgivings? Yes, that's it.
Misgivings that you would awaken one day.
That you yourself would change. No, that I was already being deceived.
At some point, these misgivings turned to fear, urging me to order your hunt.
What made me suffer was my own weakness, nothing more.
I didn't want to change.
You have not changed.
Excessive power leads man to a downward spiral of corruption.
It terrified me.
The thought of you, addicted to your own power, terrified me.
But it would seem that my anxiety was unfounded.
Robin, what I must ask you now is,
...having confronted the truth, to what penance do you sentence yourself?
I would sooner take my own life than go on living as someone else's original sin.
I have faith in you.
No matter how cruel the truth may be, I know you will be able to meet it head-on.
You have that strength within you.
This is part of Toudou's secret journal.
Not even I know the whole truth.
But if you read it, I think you will know where the answers are hidden.
Robin...
Maria... My daughter called you "hope."
Hope? Me?
Why? What about me would make her say that?
I do not have that answer, either.
But seeing you here, unchanged, I believe I understand what she may have meant.
What you do with that truth, I leave in your hands.
Robin, please forgive this old fool.
O Lord, bestow Thy blessings upon this child.
Project Robin...?
Robin?
He got away!
Amon!
Inside! One got away!
And that's one down...
Brother!
Your follow-through always was a little weak.
Mind if I join your little gang?
Nagira? But why?
I guess I can't stand by and watch.
Oh, that reminds me, Robin.
We don't really have a tradition here where you eat noodles to say goodbye, Robin.
What's he talking about?
Oh. Uh...
You're pressed for time, right? Let's hurry.
Right.
The file decoding is behind schedule?
Yes, sir. Some of the files have particularly heavy encryption.
I believe I may be able to have it done by tomorrow night.
That's too late!
Put more personnel on it if you have to, but put a rush on that decoding!
Yes, sir. I understand.
So, a ghost from 15 years ago?
Now conducting security check. Please open your face guards.
Pupil scan confirmed.
ID 1ZY16SP1718.
That's a few years off my life...
I know what you mean.
Please proceed to Gate 2.
I wonder if Amon and the others will be okay?
I'm sure they'll be fine.
If they screw up, we're on our own.
I made you some tea, Chief.
Thanks.
Yes, sir. I understand. I'll be right there.
Where are you going, Chief?
The National Police Agency.
Then...
Right.
Mind the fort, Hattori.
Yes, sir. Be careful.
Sakaki! It's Amon and the others!
Way to go!
Think it's them?
Yeah.
Let's move out.
Sorry we took so long.
It's like it doesn't matter whether or not we changed into these things.
Hey, I haven't seen a single person since we got here.
Are you sure this is the place?
Looks like the real base is deep underground, not up here on this floor.
Underground?
How do we go down?
There's just an elevator.
And from what I can see here, there's just the one.
It's here!
If you want to back out, now's the time. What do you want to do?
Gee, whatever shall I do?
Let's get moving.
In that case, here goes nothing.
We're sure going down a long way.
Security's looser than I expected...
But if anything does happen, there's only one exit.
So the way out is easy, but coming back is a bitch, huh?
Maybe Karasuma's someplace else...
Damn it, this is confusing!
Look, don't you think it's safe to take these masks off?
I suppose you're right.
Guys, look at this!
What's the matter?
There's a door that's not accepting my access code.
Give me a minute. I'll trying looking it up using a different code.
Got it.
It didn't occur to me earlier, but according to the data I confirmed upstairs,
...this place doesn't exist.
In other words, bingo.
What is this place?
"Plant" was written by the entrance.
Plant?
At any rate, it looks like this is the Orbo production plant.
Hey, even if we search the place top to bottom, is Karasuma gonna be here?
Let's go.
Where?
Up there.
If she isn't here, either, then...
This is weird. There's no sign of a Witch detention center.
So what the hell is it that they do here?
I have no idea.
Hey, haven't I told you not to touch...
Darn it, Robin, what did you...
A person...
These are the Witches we hunted...
Then the Orbo back there was...
Hey, wait a minute! That means that this place is...
This is what was really behind our "humane" hunts?
All this time, we've been helping them do this?!
Karasuma...
Karasuma is in one of these.
This can't be happening...
Just how far back do I need to go?
Tell me.
It's all so vivid that it hurts.
The truth is, nothing can be shared,
...so I never looked back.
...all those promises...
...inside me eventually...
...gave up on that light from some other time,
...like the light of a morning you can't return to.