I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.
It hasn't seemed very sweet lately,
so I wind up adding lots of sugar.
I know! From now on, I'll call you 'Sweetie'!
Come on, Triela!
I'm just teasing you!
You know the truth.
We're all going to die!
We're going to die not knowing anything!
If Marco-san is going to keep treating me coldly,
then I'd rather die now!
If you want to die, then die!
I shouldn't have saved you!
"Shooting Stars"
Henrietta.
Did you find someone to supervise?
You suggested we watch the meteor shower from the training grounds.
You said the lights from Rome would make it hard to see...
Oh, right.
Sorry! I have to go!
So is everything set?
Yeah! It's all set!
I already asked Giuse-san about it.
--Here, look at this. --Okay!
See the double star?
That's Rigel, known as the 'Left Leg of the Giant'.
Giuse-san.
Will Angelica be in the hospital for a while again?
Yeah...
Everyone's worried about her.
Why don't you visit her tomorrow?
Okay...
Must be the lights from Rome...
You probably can't see as many stars from here as you used to.
We'll be at the training grounds tomorrow,
so we'll see the meteor shower really well!
Uh, Henrietta...
Yes?
I'm sorry. Some urgent work came up...
I... can't go tomorrow...
That's okay!
Don't worry about it!
I can probably ask someone else.
See, I told you.
But everything was set until yesterday...
We're not watching the meteor shower now?
Hmm. We should be able to see a few from the roof...
Alright. Tomorrow I'll find someone else to supervise us.
Really?
Yeah. We have been looking forward to it...
--Isn't that great? --Yeah...
--Good night. --Good night.
Don't worry.
I'm sure Triela will figure something out.
Yeah...
How I wanted to watch the shooting stars with Giuse-san...
You know the truth.
We're all going to die!
We're going to die not knowing anything!
If Marco-san is going to keep treating me coldly,
then I'd rather die now!
The things I do for Henrietta...
You spoil her too much.
She thinks you can fix anything.
Oh, well. I'll have to meet her expectations.
Is she visiting Ange?
Not bad.
Yes, sir!
--Um... --What?
Is Angelica going to die?
I doubt she has long to live.
A cyborg's life span is limited.
The question is how to best utilize that time.
Don't worry. You still have a long while.
Yes, sir.
Ange...
Henrietta?
Thank you for coming!
What beautiful flowers...
How do you feel?
My body feels heavy.
It's hard to concentrate and I feel light-headed...
But other than that, I'm fine!
I'm sure I'll be back to work after a little while!
--I hope you get well soon! --Yeah!
That's the chief's dog. I saw him earlier.
Ange...
What is it? Are you okay?
Pero...?
What? Ange...
The name... of the dog I used to have...
Ange?
Pero...!
Henrietta? When did you get here?
What beautiful flowers!
Thank you!
Where's Marco-san? Is he not here?
No, he's not here yet. He must be busy with work.
Claes...
Hospitals aren't so bad.
Lots of people come to see you everyday...
Someone just came... Who was it again?
That's right.
Angelica... I'm sorry about what I said...
No, I should apologize.
You did save me and all...
If only I had been strong like you...
I'm not that strong.
I don't like pain, and I'm afraid to die...
I probably draw pictures and read books everyday
because I don't want to feel that I'm wasting my life...
I don't want to have any regrets...
Yeah.
Say, can you stay up tonight?
Why?
There's a meteor shower tonight.
You can probably see it from this window.
Really...?
If you can, listen to this song while you watch. Okay?
Okay.
Hirscher-san.
Oh, Triela.
What is it?
I'd like you to supervise us while we watch the meteor shower tonight.
Giuse-san can't because he's busy.
Sorry, but we're swamped today.
We gotta translate EU public safety documents into Italian
by tomorrow morning.
Then I'll help you until it's time.
I can translate both French and German.
Marco-san.
Um...
What is it?
When I visited Ange this morning,
she suddenly remembered her old dog.
I see.
The engineers will be delighted to come collect data.
Um... Where is her dog now?
I don't know.
Could we search for it?
There's no point.
Marco-san!
Is there something else?
Please go see Ange!
The doctors have taken all possible precautions.
Should anything happen, they'll contact me.
Please!
There's nothing I can do for her now.
You don't have to do anything.
Just be with her.
Please.
Henrietta...
Are you afraid of dying?
I'm not afraid to die fighting for Giuse-san.
You don't resent being given a mechanical body, a gun,
and a short life?
If by some chance you pity or feel sorry for us,
then you're mistaken.
This may be the conditioning, but I don't mind.
Even so... I don't mind.
I'm certain Ange feels the same way!
Marco-san...!
Did I wake you?
No, it's alright.
I'm going to try really hard next time.
Stay as you were.
Yes, sir.
I don't see anything.
Maybe it's not time yet?
It'll be soon. Keep watching.
It would be better if this were farther away from Rome,
but we do have good eyesight.
I saw one!
--Really? Where?! --It was right over there!
Ah! Another one!
Look, Triela! I saw another one!
Alright, Rico. Calm down.
But I've never seen one before!
I'm glad you came, Marco-san.
There's a meteor shower tonight.
Claes said I might be able to see it from this window...
Watching it alone wouldn't be much fun...
No...
It's so quiet...
The world gets more and more complicated,
and there's so much to think about...
It's good to empty your mind like this every once in a while.
I wish Ange could watch too.
I wonder if she's watching while listening to the Ninth...
You mean Beethoven's Ninth?
Yep.
It's definitely the perfect symphony for a night like tonight.
Is that the one that goes...
...Iike that?
Freude, schoner Gotterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium...
Like that!
Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt...
I saw one!
Did you, now?
So beautiful...
Yes...
--Marco-san. --Yes?
The pasta story...
Please tell me the pasta story...
Sure. Just a minute.
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of pasta.
In this kingdom there lived a prince who loved pasta,
and he ate pasta everyday.
What is it, Alfonso?
Little girls who kill terrorists and speak three languages
are now singing Beethoven in this bitter cold.
It's a shame that they have to be cyborgs.
Prince Pasta said to Princess Pizza, "This dragon is--"
Angelica?
Are you asleep? Angelica...?