You certainly have a lot.
- A lot of what? - Books.
Oh.
We may not seem like it, but we read quite a lot.
Uneducated, uninterested riffraff don't make good soldiers.
Do you not read books?
Your file says that before coming here, you always...
No, never mind.
If it'll make me a good soldier, I'll read books about vegetables, too.
I put the bait on. Now gently cast the line underhanded-like.
Now you sit and wait.
In that case, I'll serve as your legs until then.
Why did you keep these?
One must think clearly before pulling a trigger.
I want you to be the gentle Claes whenever you put those on.
That's not a changeable order... it's a warm-hearted promise.
Amid the difficulty of sticking to that one feeling,
I want to protect you and fulfill my promise to the only one for me
In a world filled with doubt, I still can't find the answer
Even so, I continue forward... Why?
If I can change this dream-like reality with my own two hands,
amid the difficulty of sticking to that one feeling,
I want to protect the only one for me
I swear on my beating heart I will continue to run until I burn away
Amid the eternal love I feel simply by living,
I want to fulfill my promise
Good morning, Triela.
Good morning, Claes...
I wish I had a mesosiderite...
Eh?
I suddenly thought of it while looking at the sky.
I've been reading a book about minerals lately, you see...
You're a real romantic, Claes.
Let's go to the dining hall.
Are you going to the training grounds today, Triela?
Yeah. I'll be there until night.
You don't seem happy.
I have all kinds of concerns of my own...
What are you doing today, Claes?
The same as always.
Say, Rico...
Yeah?
I'm sorry about the other day. I yelled at you...
The kaleidoscope is fixed now, so...
You're not mad anymore, Henrietta?
No.
That's good.
Henrietta. Stay by my side again, okay?
Have Jean-san buy you one.
Eh?
A mesosiderite.
Oh. No, that's okay.
How come?
You can't simply buy things like that.
What are you buying, Claes?
Nothing.
You're only going to eat yogurt?
Yes.
Are you not hungry?
This is all I can have today.
I'm going to take my time eating it, so don't worry about me.
Huh? All the food...
It's already been taken away.
It won't be too long until lunch.
Beatrice. I do have some cookies in my room.
Eh?
You'll have to do some work for me, though.
What is this?
A vegetable garden.
Weeds... you can eat?
Herbs.
Parsley, sage, rosemary... Have you ever heard "Scarborough Fair"?
No.
Hello, Dr. Bergonzi.
Oh, Claes. I appreciate your help again today.
We're going to do some color dopplers of your heart today.
Okay.
You seem exhausted, Doctor.
Sorry about my unsightliness.
There's an academic conference next month.
The European Cardiovascular Conference.
I appreciate all your help.
I think I can write a good paper thanks to you.
It is my job.
Doctor. Do you know "Scarborough Fair"?
Yeah. The strange, thought-provoking song.
"Find me an acre of land..."
"Plough it with a lamb's horn..."
"And sow it all over with one peppercorn..."
"And then you'll be a true love of mine..."
What do you suppose that means?
Are your tests progressing without trouble?
Yes.
How is your daily life lately? Is there anything you need?
No, I have more than enough.
I've been given permission to grow a vegetable garden,
I can leave my room at my leisure, and I can play the piano.
Every day is full and complete.
That piano...
Eh?
It's always been here. Long before the agency was even formed.
Is that so?
1000 years ago, there was only a monastery and some fields here.
Later on, an aristocrat built a villa here,
and the government started using it at the start of the 20th century,
and now it's used as our agency's main facility.
Then I'm growing herbs on land that monks cultivated?
Pretty much.
What's wrong, Claes?
Jean-san.
Are you ever sad, but the tears won't come out?
Yes. It happens.
That's how I feel right now.
My heart feels so full of tears, but they just won't come out.
Instead, they quietly spill out when I'm sleeping.
I feel like I've been here before...
Hey.
Cyborgs need to be with their Handlers to use the shooting range.
Umm, I just came to look around...
You're Captain Ravalo's...
Eh?
You used to come here all the time, with that GIS hat on.
You used a VP.
You're dressed differently, so I didn't recognize you.
Nice, Henrietta!
How many shots left?
Three.
Very good!
Claes!
Hello...
What are you doing here, Claes?
I was just passing by, so I thought I'd look around.
Henrietta.
Yes, sir?
Remove the magazine and empty the chamber.
Let's call it a day.
Understood, Giuse-san!
I'm sorry for interrupting you.
No, don't worry about it. Just don't step past the white line.
Yes, sir.
I'm not sure why, but this is a familiar smell...
Claes! What are you doing way out here?
Uh, well...
Are you headed back to the dorms?
Yes.
Then hop on!
Eh?
It's a long way to the dorms!
Ange, you sit in front. Claes, you sit in back.
- Get off for a moment, Ange. - Yes, Priscilla-chan...
I'm riding with two pretty girls!
"Tell him to plough it with a lamb's horn"
"and sow it all over with one peppercorn."
"And then you'll be a true love of mine..."
"Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather"
"and gather it up with a rope made of heather."
"For then he'll be a true love of mine"
"If you say that you can't, then I shall reply"
"Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme..."
"Oh, let me know that at least you will try..."
I'm home...
Welcome back.
What did you do today?
The same as always. Cultivated some herbs, played the piano...
Oh.
Claes! Do I smell gunpowder on you?
Are you sure that smell isn't coming from you?
Oh, right!
Well, good night, Claes.
Good night.
What will you do when they grow?
I haven't thought about it.
I think maybe I'll try an herbal bath.
What is it?
I don't know. It might be some kind of mineral.
Oh.
Say. Have you ever heard of mesosiderites?
No.
They're asteroid rocks that fell to Earth long ago and are still here.
Isn't that just enchanting?
Do you have fun doing this every day?
Yes. Is that hard to understand?
I don't really know what fun is like.
Even at work or in the dorms, I never feel moved or smile.
Why is it you can have fun, Claes?
I guess someone must've taught me how long ago.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine