Baccano:Volume6 Color2
[edit] Conversations: Elderly and Grandchild
I hate this.
I hate this, I hate this.
You mustn’t, you mustn’t die yet, Grandpa.
“…… Maria…… huh……”
Yup, Grandpa.
“Haha… Why’re you crying?”
I don’t want… Grandpa to die.
“This old man doesn’t want it either… but, that’s life…”
I hate it, hate it.
I… still haven’t cut--
I still haven’t cut down Grandpa!
“……hehe …… Hahhaha……”
What’s the matter, Grandpa? Why’re you laughing? Are you better now!?
“You’re a real good girl, Maria…… Even given the current situation, you’re still thinking about cutting me up.”
That’s right, Grandpa’s going to be cut down by me. I’m going to slash you to death!
So you mustn’t die until then!
“……That’s good. That’s good, Maria.”
Grandpa……?
“…… You have…… truly beautiful eyes…… The killer eyes, filled with clear light and unmuddied by any hesitation……”
…… Grandpa, you mustn’t! You mustn’t talk anymore! Because Doctor said you must rest quietly ---
“Yet tears still flow from those eyes of yours. In those eyes that don’t even bat at killing------- the sadness from loss still surfaces from their depths… haha… hahaha… Maria… You will… become… a…… fine…… as… sas… sin…”
Grandpa……?
Grandpa! Grandpa!
NOooooOOOoooooooo!
--I couldn’t cut.
I couldn’t slash you apart.
Grandpa…… All my life, I’ve been wanting to slash things apart, you know?
Because Grandpa said so.
That this Murasamia could hack up anything, unseen or not!
I want to cut down the Grim Reaper and God who took Grandpa away!
My sword…… probably won’t be able to achieve that……
Because I’m weak.
Because I’m weak, I can’t hack them up.
Stronger- I must become stronger.
Become even stronger…….
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