Trial 3 - Fuuta - The Second Coming Voice Drama (Side-by-Side English Translation)
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ãšã¹ããããŒã¿ãããã?ã
ES: Fuuta, are you ready?
ããŒã¿ãããããäŒãããã£ãããçå®ã
FUUTA: Yeah. Iâve missed you, Warden.
ããŒã¿ãããµãžãžããµãžãžãžãžãžã
FUUTA: Heh heh. Ehe heh heh heh heh-!
ãšã¹ããããã¶ãæ§åãå€ãã£ããªãããŒã¿ã
ES: Youâve changed a lot, Fuuta.
ããŒã¿ãããåããããã®ç«æŽŸãªåžœåã¯ãããã¶ããªãããã
FUUTA: Look whoâs talking. Donât tell me youâve stopped wearing that fancy little hat of yours.
ãšã¹ããããâŠâŠã¯ãâŠâŠãããã ããã
ES: Ouah⊠Haah⊠Itâs fine, I donât need it.
ããŒã¿ãããâŠâŠãªãã»ã©ãâŠâŠä»èŠããããããŸã§æããããšã¯ãªãã®ãããããªãããã®äººã®èšãéãã ã
FUUTA: Ah⊠I see. Now that I look at you, maybe thereâs nothing to be so fearful of after all. Just like She said.
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠãªãã âŠâŠãåã¯âŠâŠåãæããŠããã®ã?ã
ES: âŠWait whatâŠ? You⊠feared me?
ããŒã¿ããããã仿ãã°ãªããåãæããŠãããã ã俺ã®è¡ãã¯ãæããã«ããŠãæ»ããã€ããã ã£ãŠãªã
FUUTA: Yeah. Looking back at it, I feared you. I thought youâd expose everything Iâve done and crucify me.
ãšã¹ããä»ã¯éããšã
ES: And now you donât think that anymore?
ããŒã¿ããããããããåãã©ãæãããªããŠãã©ãã§ããããã ããã£ãšèãããŠããããã声ãé¢ä¿ãªãã俺ã®åºæºã¯ããå¥ã®ãšããã«ããã
FUUTA: Nah. I donât care what you think of me anymore. I donât give a shit about those unabating voices Iâve been hearing all this time either. My standards are somewhere else now.
ãšã¹ãããã®åºæºããã¢ããã®éãæ°ãã宿ã ãšèšãããšãã
ES: And by that âstandardâ you mean Amaneâs new religion?
ããŒã¿ãããŸããããã ãã
FUUTA: Yeah, pretty much.
ãšã¹ãããŠãâŠâŠã
Es shakily breathes out, quietly.
ããŒã¿ããããããã©ãããïŒãªããæå¥ãããã®ããã
FUUTA: Heh haha. Whatâs the matter? Got some sorta objection?
ãšã¹ããããâŠâŠã
ES: NoâŠ
ããŒã¿ããä¿¡ä»°ã¯èªç±ã ã?ã
FUUTA: Faith is freedom, isnât it?
ãšã¹ããããããã®éãã ãªã
ES: Yeah, that tracks.
ããŒã¿ãããåã宿ã«å¯ŸããŠã©ãããã€ã¡ãŒãžãæã£ãŠãããšèªç±ã ãã©ãªãå®éã«ä¿ºã¯æãããŠãã俺ã«ãšã£ã¡ããããããã¹ãŠã ã
FUUTA: Youâre free to hold whatever image you want about religion but, in all honesty, I was saved by it. For me, that means everything.
ãšã¹ãã確ãã«âŠâŠå°ãå
æ°ã«ãªã£ããªãå®å¿ããããæªæã®èª¿åã¯ããããã®ãã
ES: Thatâs true⊠You do seem to be doing a little bit better. Thatâs such a relief... How are your injuries?
ããŒã¿ãããããã®çã¿ã詊緎ãªãã ãããæãã°ä¹ãåããã
FUUTA: Ah, this pain is just another trial. As long as I think of it that way, I can push through.
ãšã¹ãããããâŠâŠçãŸãªããªããäœããã ã
ES: I see⊠If only it didnât hurt, that wouldâve been best.
ããŒã¿ããå°ãæå€ã ãªããåã¯ä¿ºã®ä¿¡ä»°ãéãããšè¡šçŸããããšæã£ããã
FUUTA: Thatâs a surprise. Iâd figured that you wouldâve just called my faith another act of ârunning awayâ.
ãšã¹ãããªãããããããããªããªã
ES: Ye-ah. Maybe you might be right about that.
ããŒã¿ããã¯ãïŒã
FUUTA: Huh?
ãšã¹ããã§ããæ·±ãçµ¶æã®äžäžâŠâŠçš®ã§ãããå¯ãã糞ãä¿¡ä»°ã ã£ããšããããšã¯ãçè§£ã§ããã
ES: Despite that, I can understand that in the utter depths of despair⊠the thread that you managed to grab onto happened to be faith.
[T/N: Thereâs a nuance that the thread of faith that Fuuta managed to grab onto in the depths of despair also managed to grasp upon his unravelling seams and patch him back together.]
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FUUTA: Warden?
ãšã¹ããäœããåæ°ã«ã¯ãªããªããªã
ES: That doesnât make it any less of a source of courage.
ããŒã¿ããããããå€ãã£ããªããåã
FUUTA: Huh, ha. Things have changed- You changed.
ãšã¹ãããžã£ããåãèšããïŒãã ãæå€ã§ã¯ãã£ããããåã¯ã¢ãããåäŸã ãšéŠ¬é¹¿ã«ããŠãããšèšæ¶ããŠãããåæãªå°è±¡ã ããããããçžæã®è©±ãèãã¿ã€ãã«ã¯æããªãã£ããããªã
ES: Heh. And thatâs coming from you. Still, that really did surprise me. I remember you mocking Amane for being just a kid. [I wouldnât have thought youâd change.] It was an impression built for my own convenience, since I never thought youâd be the type to actually listen to someone like that.
ããŒã¿ããããã ãªã俺ã¯ãããããã€ã ã£ãã
FUUTA: Is that so? I mean I was that kind of guy.
ãšã¹ãããã
ES: Mm.
ããŒã¿ãã俺ãééã£ãŠããã
FUUTA: I was wrong.
ãšã¹ããããã
ES: Ah huhâŠ
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šéšïŒã
FUUTA: I was wrong about everything. Everything Iâve been up âtil now!
ãšã¹ãã倧ãããã®ã ãä»ãŸã§ã®ãåããã¯åºãªãèšèã ã
ES: Impressive. I wouldnât have expected to hear that from the you before now.
ããŒã¿ãã俺ãã©ããªäººæ®ºããŠãã«ã°ã©ã ã«åŒã°ãããã¯ãããåãã£ãŠãã®ã?ã
FUUTA: Do you understand what kind of murder I committed that summoned me to MILGRAM yet?
ãšã¹ããã€ã³ã¿ãŒãããã§ã®èª¹è¬äžå·âŠâŠåã³ããã®æŠéããã®çµæã誰ããåœãèœãšãããšã«ãªã£ãâŠâŠãããªãšããã ãã
ES: Online defamation⊠as well as the battle, the fallout. As a result, someone lost their life⊠Thatâs the gist of it, isnât it?
ããŒã¿ãããããããã§ééããããã俺ãçäžãåŒãèµ·ããããèªæ®ºããã®ã¯å¥³åäžåŠçã ã
FUUTA: Yeah, you got it. I started the flames. The one who completed suicide was a middle school girl.
[T/N: Based on how much Fuuta has changed, the line èªæ®ºããã®ã¯å¥³åäžåŠçã (jisatsu shita no wa onna ko chuugakusei da) was translated into âThe one who completed suicide was a middle school girlâ as the term âcommitted suicideâ attaches a nuance that the person who took their own life is a criminal for doing so, which would contradict the development and responsibility Fuuta is claiming and repenting for as it would shift further antagonism towards his victim as already shown at this point in the voice drama.]
ãšã¹ããèªãããã ãªâŠâŠä»ãŸã§ã¯ã
ES: So you admit it⊠Up until now, y-
ããŒã¿ãããã®åã¯âŠâŠä¿ºã殺ãããã ã
FUUTA: That child⊠I killed her.
ãšã¹ãããã
ES: Ah.
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FUUTA: This is how it turned out⊠I want to apologize⊠but I know thatâs impossible.
ãšã¹ãããåâŠâŠãåã¯ãæ£çŸ©ã®ããã ãšèšã£ãŠããã¯ãã ã
ES: You⊠You- You once said that it was all for the sake of justice.
ããŒã¿ãããããçç±ã«ããŠããã ãã ã£ãã
FUUTA: That was just an excuse.
ãšã¹ããïŒã
ES: !
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FUUTA: There wasnât any grand reason. Life was numbing and empty. People praise drama ragebait influencers but, ultimately, itâs all just enjoying watching others fall into misery. I just dressed myself in claims that I stood for âjusticeâ and âfixing the worldâ in order to fill my own pleasure⊠In the end, I drove someone to die.
ãšã¹ããâŠã
ES: âŠ
ããŒã¿ãã俺ã¯äººæ®ºãã ããééããªãã
FUUTA: I am a murderer. Thereâs no doubt about it.
ãšã¹ãããã®èãã«èšããã£ãã®ã¯ãã¢ããã®å®æããã£ãããªã®ãã
ES: And realizing that- Was it Amaneâs religion that made you realize?
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FUUTA: âŠ
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FUUTA: Do you know what it was that She, Amane, taught me?
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ES: No⊠Not the exact doctrines no. All I know is that she apparently treats acts of medical care as some taboo.
ããŒã¿ãã俺ãç«ã¡çŽãããæ¹æ³ã ãã
FUUTA: She taught me how to get back up.
ãšã¹ãããâŠã
ES: AhâŠ
ããŒã¿ãã俺ã®ãã£ãããšãçå£ã«èããŠããããã âŠâŠæ¬åœã«ä¿ºãæã£ãŠãããšãåŒãåºããŠãããã俺ã®éŠ¬é¹¿ãå æžãèªã£ãŠãããŠããä¿ºãæ¬åœã«åçãããŸã§ãçªãåã£ãŠããããã ã
FUUTA: She listened seriously to what Iâve done⊠drew out what I was really thinking. She called me out on my stupidityâ kept pushing, kept confronting me until I truly repented for what Iâve done.
ãšã¹ããã¢ãããã
ES: Amane did that?
ããŒã¿ããç¬ããã ãïŒå°åŠçã®éèªã¿ãããªç¶ºéºãªè©±ããã£ãšããŸããã«ããŠãã âŠâŠåãã€ãã¡ããããªãã人ã«è¿·æãããã¡ããããªããä»äººã®äžå¹žãåããããããªãâŠâŠäººã®éãå€ãã¡ããããªããæ¯æ¥çå£ã«ã ãã
FUUTA: Funny, right? Preaching stuff straight out of some elementary school moral textbooks⊠âDonât lie, donât cause trouble for others, donât take joy in someone elseâs misfortune⊠donât stray from the path of humanityâ. She went on-and-on about it, dead serious, every single day.
ãšã¹ããããâŠâŠãªã®ãã
ES: IâŠsee.
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FUUTA: She genuinely tried to save me. Tried to save someone like me.
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠã
ES: âŠ
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FUUTA: Because of her, I was able to face my own actions. Once I did that, I realized the guilt of my sins grows inside of me with each and every passing day. The weight of what Iâve done keeps searing into my mind. Itâs brutal, yâknow. And thereâs no escaping it.
ãšã¹ãããâŠâŠã
ES: HuhâŠ
ãšã¹ããåã¯ãããã§ãâŠâŠã·ããŠãããã«ã殺ãããã®å®æããè¯å®ããããšã¯ã§ããªãã
ES: I- Even so⊠I canât bring myself to affirm a religion that killed Shidou and Mahiru.
ããŒã¿ãããããããã ããã
FUUTA: Yeah, of course you canât.
ãšã¹ããã°ãâŠâŠãåã¯ãäœãæããªãã®ãâã
ES: Huh-...?! You- You donât feel anything about thatâŠ?!
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FUUTA: I do-! But- Thereâs no futures left for me so I got nothing but to believe in Her!
ãšã¹ãããåã¯ïŒã
ES: You-!
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FUUTA: I didnât know about the medical care stuff, alright?! I get it. I know that the things she told me might just be some trivial naïve cliché nonsense that kids would say, I get it! But still-! Thereâs no doubt about it⊠It was a lifeline for me!
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠïŒã
ES: âŠ!
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FUUTA: Someone as worthless as me⊠able to be helped, believed that I could change from this⊠All I needed was for someone to believe in me!
ãšã¹ããããŒã¿âŠâŠã
ES: FuutaâŠ
ããŒã¿ããæ®ºãã人éã«ã ã£ãŠãç¥ãç¶ããã°ããã€ãè¬çœªã®æ°æã¡ãå±ãã£ãŠèšã£ãŠãããããâŠâŠããããä¿¡ãããããªãã ããã
FUUTA: She told me that if I kept praying for the person I killed, someday my apologies might finally reach themâŠ! How could I not cling to that?
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠã
ES: âŠ
ããŒã¿ããããããªãã ããã®é¡ãïŒåãæã£ãŠããã§ãè¯ãã£ããã ãã
FUUTA: Haah. Whatâs with that face? It couldâve been you saving me, yâknow.
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠã
ES: AhâŠ
ãšã¹ããåã¯ãåã«ãããã«æããããªããŠèšããªããâŠâŠèšããªãã
ES: I- I canât tell you that my meetings with you wouldâve saved you⊠I canât possibly say that.
ããŒã¿ãããµãâŠâŠã¯ãâŠâŠã
Fuuta takes a deep breath.
ããŒã¿ããããã ããªã
FUUTA: I figured.
ãšã¹ããåã¯ç¥ã§ã¯ãªãã人éã ããã ã
ES: Iâm no god. Iâm just human.
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FUUTA: Youâre right.
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FUUTA: But me, Iâm weak. So the only way I can face my sins is⊠to follow Her... That is what Iâve decided.
ãšã¹ããééã£ãŠãããšããŠããã
ES: Even if it turns out to be wrong?
ããŒã¿ãããããééã£ãŠããšããŠãâŠâŠãã
FUUTA: Yeah, even if itâs wrong⊠was wrong.
ããŒã¿ããæããã俺ãããã¯ãã€ããŠè¡ã£ãŠããããã
FUUTA: Someone like me who was helped⊠wants to follow her.
ãšã¹ããã€ããŠè¡ã£ãŠãããããïŒã
ES: You want to follow her?
ããŒã¿ãããã®äººã®æ ¹å¹¹ã«ããã®ã¯ãè¡ãã¥ãããããã®çŽç²ãã ãšæãããããè¿ãã«ãŠãããŠãã ã
FUUTA: The core foundation of that person is a purity so strong that it makes it hard to approach her. Thatâs why I want to stay close and be there for her.
ãšã¹ãããã£ãã
ES: I see.
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FUUTA: When the time comes for you to talk to her, if you can, try to understand her⊠Unlike me, sheâs someone who can get back up and heal herself all on her own.
ãšã¹ããèªåãªãã«ã§ããããšã¯ãã£ãŠã¿ããã
ES: Iâll try to do what I can, how I would.
ããŒã¿ããããã
FUUTA: Mhm.
ãšã¹ãããªããããŒã¿ã
ES: Hey, Fuuta.
ããŒã¿ãããªãã ãã
FUUTA: What is it?
ãšã¹ãããåã¯ä»ã赊ãããããšæã£ãŠããã®ãã
ES: Do you want to be forgiven this time?
ããŒã¿ããâŠâŠã
FUUTA: âŠ
ããŒã¿ããæåã«èšã£ãã ãããåãã©ãæãããªããŠããã©ãã§ãããã£ãŠã赊ãããããšèµŠãããªããããšã俺ã«ã§ããããšã¯ã殺ãã人éã«èª€ãç¶ããããšã ãã ãã
FUUTA: I already told you at the start, didnât I? I donât give a ratâs ass what you think anymore. Whether Iâm forgiven, whether Iâm unforgiven, the only thing I can do is to keep apologizing to the person I killed.
ãšã¹ããâŠâŠã
ES: âŠ
ãšã¹ãã眪ãç¯ãã人éã¯âŠâŠããçŽããã®ããªïŒã
ES: Do you think a human thatâs committed a crime⊠can really be better?
ããŒã¿ãããããã©ãããªïŒãããŸã§èããäœè£ã¯ãããããåã¯ã©ãæããã ïŒã
FUUTA: Well, who knows? I donât have the luxury to think that far. How about you- What do you think?
ãšã¹ããåãããªããã§ãã誰ãã®èµŠããã®äººããšãããã®ãã£ããã«ãªãã°ãããªãšã¯æããã ã
ES: I donât know. But, I want to believe that being forgiven by someone⊠could be the spark that makes it possible.
ããŒã¿ããããâŠâŠããªãã ãããåã俺ã®ããšã赊ãããšããŠãã®ãã
FUUTA: Ah⊠Whatâs with you? Trying to forgive me or something?
ãšã¹ããããã¯ãŸã ããããªãã
ES: Thatâs something Iâve yet to know.
ããŒã¿ãããããã ãããã
FUUTA: Heh. Figures.
ãšã¹ããã§ãå®å¿ãããåã®äžã®èª°ãã¯âŠâŠãã£ãšãåã赊ããã
ES: But donât worry. Someone inside of me will⊠definitely forgive you.
ããŒã¿ããã©ãããããšã ïŒã
FUUTA: The fuck does that mean?
ãšã¹ãããŸã ã確信ãåŸãŠããããã§ã¯ãªããã ãã
ES: Iâm- not entirely confident in what it is but.
ããŒã¿ãããªãã ãã
FUUTA: Spit it out.
ãšã¹ãããããŒã³ã
Es sighs deeply.
ãšã¹ããæãããåã®äžã«ã¯ãè€æ°ã®ææãååšããã
ES: Itâs terrifying. Inside of me⊠are multiple wills that exist.
ããŒã¿ããããïŒãã¯ããïŒäœèšã£ãŠãã ïŒã
FUUTA: Ha? Huuh? What the hell are you saying?
ãšã¹ããããããããâŠâŠããèªäœãããã«ã°ã©ã ã®æ©èœã®äžã€ãªã®ãããããªããã
ES: Maybe⊠this itself⊠is another experiment of MILGRAMâs.
ããŒã¿ããã©ãããããšã ãïŒã
FUUTA: What do you mean?
ãšã¹ãããŠãâŠâŠã
Es takes a breath.
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ES: Thereâs been plenty of strange mysteries happening. Lack of memory, whateverâs been happening recently, contradictory ideologies, the cohabitation of all sorts of values⊠and these identities coming into me. Itâs come to the point where itâs as if Iâve suddenly started recognizing myself as being multiple people.
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FUUTA: Your self is⊠multiple people?
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ES: Yeah, just like Amane, right?
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FUUTA: HuhâŠ
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ES: And above all⊠I, myself⊠have not participated in the trials.
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FUUTA: âTrialsâ? You mean deciding the verdicts of whether weâre forgiven or not?
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ES: Yeah.
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FUUTA: Oi! You mean the judgements that whether weâre forgiven or unforgiven- Youâre not even the one deciding that!?
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ES: To be precise, during the deliberation*, I feel something like someoneâs desperation pouring into me. And I suspect that thereâs an innumerable amount of frantic, desperate someonesâŠ. or rather⊠no, tens of thousands of them. It may be connected to what you all have been hearing inside, testimonies of the voices of people saying that they donât forgive you.
[T/N: âDeliberationâ refers to the period in which the jury is deciding upon a verdict of the one placed on trial. å¯©å€ (shinban; judgement/trial) is intentionally translated as âdeliberationâ as it makes more sense in the context of the line.]
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FUUTA: !
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ES: I am born into and disappear within the stream of consciousnessses⊠By the time I come to, itâs already over⊠The trial is done.
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FUUTA: So what-? Are you saying that whether weâre forgiven or condemned is something those tens of thousands of people are discussing all on their own?!
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ES: Itâs only a possibility.
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FUUTA: Huh⊠hahaha-!
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FUUTA: Thatâs one hell of a possibility for whatever storyâs going on. Twisted enough to laugh at. Reminds me of the old me.
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ES: Maybe so⊠Thatâs why⊠Thatâs why I need to learn more about MILGRAM. So, for once, I can make a choice that is mine and mine alone.
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FUUTA: MhmâŠ
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ES: That in itself⊠may be a part of MILGRAMâs design.
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FUUTA: Heh. Hahahaha⊠Hahahahahahahahaha-! You really have changed. The way you go on about MILGRAM this, MILGRAM that- Itâs practically a religion in itself.
ãšã¹ããæ¬åœã«ããã ãªããèŠããŠããããåããåãšãåã¯åé¡ã ãšèšã£ãããšãã
ES: Youâre honestly right about that. Do you remember? You told me that you and I were the same.
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FUUTA: Yeah, I said that.
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ES: I denied it back then but you were right. You and I are the same.
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FUUTA: Aah?
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ES: Because I had no self, I clung unto something. To MILGRAM⊠because thatâs all I had.
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FUUTA: Guh⊠Then⊠why are youâŠ!? Why not keep clinging onto MILGRAM?!
ãšã¹ããæ±ºãŸã£ãŠãâŠâŠãåãã¡ã倧åã ããã ã
ES: Isnât it obvious⊠You all matter so much to me.
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FUUTA: Guh-!
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ES: Iâve come to doubt whether being judged by MILGRAM is truly the right thing for you all.
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FUUTA: Aah-...!
ãšã¹ããéžãã®ãããããããã©ããã¯ããããªããã©ãâŠâŠä»ã ã£ãŠæãâŠâŠããããªãããšã°ããã âŠâŠãææ§ã ã£ããã®ã«è§Šããã®ã¯æãâŠâŠæããŠå ªãŸããªããã
ES: I donât know if I can stop the judgements⊠Even now, Iâm scared⊠Thereâs so much I donât understand⊠Itâs terrifying to perceive things left unclear⊠It terrifies me so much, itâs unbearable.
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FUUTA: YeahâŠ
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ES: But⊠to me. And⊠surely for the many people inside of me⊠all of you⊠have become something far too important.
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FUUTA: EsâŠ
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ES: I realized I never had done anything. Iâve been an idiot. Someone inside me⊠mustâve⊠figured that out a long time ago.
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FUUTA: Thatâs not trueâŠ
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ES: Huh�
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FUUTA: Thatâs not true! Thatâs bullshit, Es!
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FUUTA: I have seen all sorts of people, even if not personally.
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ES: FuutaâŠ
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FUUTA: And every single one of themâs an idiot. Everyone fucks up somewhere. Thatâs what being human isâŠ! I guarantee it!
ãšã¹ãããŠãã¢ãâŠâŠäœãèšããããã ïŒã
ES: Ah- huh ah-⊠What are you trying to say?
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FUUTA: UrkâŠuarghhâŠ! I donât even fucking know what Iâm saying anymore! But- What Iâm trying to say is that youâre just like any normal human! And thatâs okay!!
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ES: âŠ!
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ES: Youâre⊠trying to cheer me up, arenât you?
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FUUTA: Uh-... I donât fucking know! Iâm just saying whateverâs coming to mind!
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ES: Pfft- Eheha!
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FUUTA: Che-
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A bell tolls from within the clock in the room. The interrogation room begins to transform.
ããŒã¿ããæéã ãªâŠâŠããŸã ãããã®ãâŠâŠã
FUUTA: Guess itâs time⊠Still not doneâŠ?
ãšã¹ããããããã«ã°ã©ã ã®çå®ãšããŠãããªãããã ã®åãšããŠããåã®ããšãç¥ãããããã
ES: Not at all. Not about the role of being MILGRAMâs Warden but, rather, Iâd like to know you more. Just as myself.
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FUUTA: Fine then. Hey, Es.
ãšã¹ãããªãã ïŒã
ES: What is it?
ããŒã¿ããã©ããããã¯ãããããæ±ºãããã ãããã©âŠâŠã
FUUTA: I know that later on youâll have to decide what to do butâŠ
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ES: Ouh?
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FUUTA: If you can, crush this MILGRAM place into ashes in my stead.
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ES: OuahâŠ
ããŒã¿ããããã¯ã¯ãœã ãïŒä¿ºãèšããã ããééãããã
FUUTA: This place is shit! Take my word for it.
ãšã¹ãããã£ããèããŠã¿ãããåã ãã®éžæãâŠâŠããã ãã¯ãèªåã§æ±ºããããã
ES: Iâll think it over. That decision is mine to make. My choice aloneâŠ
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FUUTA: Mhm.
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ES: Fuuta.
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FUUTA: Aah?
ãšã¹ããä»ãããã«ã°ã©ã ã®åã§ããåã®ççžãèŠãããŠãããã
ES: From now on, using MILGRAMâs power, youâll be letting me peer into your truth.
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FUUTA: Heh. Violation of privacy much? Câmon, cut me some slack.
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ES: HehâŠhehâŠ
ãšã¹ãããåã®èšãéãã ã£ããªã
ES: You were right.
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FUUTA: Told you.
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ES: Mhm. Itâs been fun, Fuuta.
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FUUTA: YeahâŠ
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FUUTA: Thatâs it then. See ya, Es.
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ES: Fuuta Kajiyama, sing your sins!