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Now you're champing at the bit to end others' lives yourself.

On the most upstanding and reasoned grounds, of course.

Let me through!

No.

We don't need to waste any time in here.

Then just let me sock him once.

Go on.

What about all the rest shut in here?

You breaking them out too?

I have them release everyone.

I tell them the way out of the city.

And I lock all of the snatch squad inside the cells.

You saved them.

Why them?

Let's go.

Before we put anyone on high alert.

There's somewhere we need to go first.

It's where all our supplies and gear's buried.

Here...

Yes, I remember.

This is the place.

Of course.

It's one I'm all too familiar with...

This is Forrest's grave.

My brother.

Of course I remember.

It was by my own hands...

I buried him here.

It doesn't make sense...

Bastard! Bastard, bastard, bastard...!

Argh! It just doesn't make any sense!

Why?!

You'll save all those camp refugees, no matter how bad they're hurt.

You'll get us away from the manhunters, straight through a locked-down city like it's nothing.

You even chose to spare that bloody bunch of snatchers, those shiteating arseholes.

So why—did you abandon my brother?!

Why didn't you save him?!

I was powerless to.

Lies?

Fine.

I'll just tell him...

His brother was too badly wounded.

Tell him his mistakes in battle weren't my fault.

Tell him—all the rotten consequences for this should fall on the idiots in the top brass.

Maybe that'll make it easier for him to bear.

And that's how you reassure yourself?

You don't need to tell the truth.

It's easier to bear...

And that's why you chose to lie.

I haven't.

And that's why you chose to murder.

I wouldn't.

Then WHAT did you do?!

Are you going to keep looking for excuses?!

Answer me!

Look at me!

Look at Forrest.

The battle was completely meaningless.

Our entire side was annihilated, save for your brother and I.

What?

I tried to get him out, but his wounds were just too grave.

So in the end...

I gave him a peaceful death.

A peaceful death?

So you mean...

Yes. I killed him.

That's all it is to you! Just those couple of words!!

Bastard! Bastard, bastard, bastard...!

You killed him?

Indeed.

I couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer...

I didn't want to see him return home, to become a madman persecuted by war.

No!

You're just saying what you want!

Michael has been gripping the handle of his saber ever since we left the shop, but he hasn't drawn it once from its sheath.

Until now. His saber is held tight, and pointed at me.

You can kill me.

But I don't owe you the slightest thing for your brother's death.

You killed him!

You killed your own comrade!

I did.

Nothing about what I've done is worthy of commendation.

I murdered my own soldier.

I did the one thing a doctor should never do.

There is no fair justification for my actions.

But it was a decision I had to make.

You've said enough!

I won't forgive you for this!

But it's because of your brother that I saved you, too.

You resemble him a lot.

All of you do.

Children whose eyes have been covered.

Driven, tempted, coerced.

Shoulder to shoulder...

Step after step...

Filled with fervor... rushing to your deaths.

Never should death have been so lauded.

Life is to be celebrated.

You have the right to choose life.

The earth will eternally embrace the weary children.