Coppelia’s casket
The flowing tears have already dried up
Solitude starved for blood
Death dances, smelling of angel down
In a town where the black sun never sets
Everyone works silently with an air of deception
I cannot meet you
I cannot meet you here
God, our savior
Coppelia’s casket
People are dolls tired of dancing
The lamb on the altar
Where is the mechanical dream headed?
Coppelia’s casket
O light awakened from the darkness
The lamb on the altar
Where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
Noir…
It is the name of an ancient fate.
Two maidens who govern death.
The peace of the newly born,
their black hands protect.
Sorry.
I’ll be done soon.
You treated my wound the first time we met too.
That feels like such a long time ago.
Yes, so long ago…
[Birth]
That damned Altena, summoning us out to that remote place.
It can’t be helped.
Tradition dictates that the ritual take place at the Manor.
Tradition…
Breffort, what of that girl? That Corsican girl?
She will likely come through for us.
Noir…
It was born along with the birth of the Soldats.
Over time, the name became a legend in the underworld.
No one knows how many pairs
of legitimate Soldats Noir existed at any one time.
In any case, there was no end
to those who laid claim to the title of Noir in the underworld.
Without even knowing the true meaning…
Just like us.
Altena!
Chloe has…
Oh, Chloe has…
Are you okay?
I’ve got a little Noir in me too.
Are YOU okay?
Once we go in, there’s no going back.
I’m…
…not running away anymore.
We are Noir!
If you fear the heart of darkness,
make way!
Let’s go.
Mireille!
This is a situation we never expected!
If one of the saplings fell,
the remaining two would become Noir, but…
Chloe is dead and the remaining two have turned against us!
Even if we are able to escape from them,
an inquiry by the Council will surely await us!
We should have killed the daughter of Corsica after all!
Are you listening to me, Altena?!
It is all over! Both you and Noir!
We will perform the ritual as planned.
This is not an entirely unexpected outcome.
The final, most difficult trial to overcome.
Altena?
What is important
is to bring forth the blades of old back into this world.
Yes, even if the Soldats are already the world.
Do you mean to say
that you do not care what happens to the Soldats because of Noir?!
The man within the man, the love within the love,
the sin within the sin.
The Soldats were originally supposed to be the very truth
that exists within the society of man.
But long months and years have passed
and the Soldats have changed.
Now, the Soldats are ravaged by disease
and have become the tumultuous society itself.
You can’t be…
What we truly need is a pure blade.
A supreme presence, free of all things binding.
Yes, when Noir has been revived, that is when the Grand Retour,
the ideal of the Soldats of old, will be realized.
You intended for this to happen all along?!
You are the ones who will overcome the final trial.
That bond is the true mark of Noir.
Welcome, true Noir.
So you’re Altena.
I suppose I should say that it’s nice to meet you.
This is not the first time we have met.
I have watched over all of you for a long time now.
Yes, I have watched you too.
Don’t be ridiculous!
The final, most difficult trial to overcome.
Come,
let us begin the ritual.
The surface is full of suffering,
but Noir is always in the dark,
fighting, protecting the grieving children.
The true form of the Soldats of old.
Two maidens who forge a perfect balance.
If love can kill people,
surely, hatred can save people.
This altar is the true stage for the ritual.
A place that no one knows, a place forgotten by time.
Your pilgrimage comes to an end here.
Many people died.
People of the Soldats…
Mireille’s family and Chloe too…
And all for what?!
Foolish…
How foolish.
Your mother was like that too.
Fools that lost sight of the truth in the face of parental affection.
But they served as lambs to be sacrificed upon your altar.
How dare you?!
You don’t…
You don’t even deserve to be killed!
Then I have no choice.
Go ahead and shoot, or else your friend will die.
Yes, many lives have been taken,
by your hands.
Are you going to let all those lives go to waste now?
You ought to know it as well as I.
You are Noir. Born under sin and raised with sin by your side.
A supreme presence that governs death.
Your means of living lie there and only there.
I…
I am…
You have committed sin upon sin as Noir.
Those sins will exist for all eternity.
You needn’t be saddened by it,
for those sins are necessary as long as the world of man exists.
And you are a person who was chosen for that purpose.
Now, pull the trigger.
Kill me and live on as the true Noir.
Please take care of Mireille.
Kirika!
Our hands are black.
Those sins will never be erased.
Noir…
But I will accept those sins as Kirika Yumura.
We are not who you think we are!
Kirika!
Farewell, Mireille.
Kirika!
Mireille, let go.
Please…
I’m begging you!
Come on.
Noir…
You’re wrong.
Make way,
if you fear the heart of darkness.
What do you intend to do now?
This is by no means the end.
Who knows?
We will live on as we see fit.
That is all.
In the end, the world we live in is in darkness.
That’s why…
…we seek the light.
Mireille…
What is it?
What are we going to do now?
I want to go back to Paris and have a hot cup of tea.
We’ll talk about it after that. How about that?
You’re making the tea, you know.
The soft touch
Finally made me realize how cold my cheek was
Like waking up in the morning
And noticing the birds chirping for the first time
Suddenly
I don’t know anything yet
What my heart is seeking
I don’t know
I was always looking up at the sky
Like this, since who knows when
I would send my thoughts to right below that cloud