prof | Let's Play Umineko Chiru, Episode 8 Scene 25: The Witch of the Future

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There is the sound of a car door opening.

The driver apologizes for almost running the hapless victim over.

The person lying on the ground responds only by groaning softly.

BGM: Le 4 Octobre

Any longer than that, and they would have probably been beyond saving.

Eventually, they return to the world of the living.

Hachijo Ikuko is an eccentric from a wealthy family. She never leaves this house, where she reads and writes detective novels.

Age. They remember an age.

Is that right? The number seems off. Too high and too low, both at once.

That was how Hachijo Tohya was born.

Tohya has come to accept the likelihood of having suffered some form of brain damage. No further memories have returned.

It must have been quite a read - it wasn't the kind of thing someone reads in a single day, but that's exactly what Tohya did.

Ikuko considers Tohya's detailed critique to be just as good as glowing praise.

Could this be a hint to Tohya's past?

The headache returns.

Bit by bit, they let go of their old life, and embrace the new world of Hachijo Tohya.

Apparently she was nearly disowned by her family due to some unspoken 'mischevious' incidents. Her presence as a member of the family is now tolerated only if she stays within this house.

Every day, she reads and writes. Always mystery novels. Nothing ever being published, she seems content to just let the manuscripts pile up.

Still, her mood seems to have improved by having one person to share her stories with.

Another headache.

Hachijo Tohya settles comfortably into a new niche in life.

Written with help from Tohya. Something that stands as a moving story in addition to a devious puzzle.

This is Hachijo's greatest work.

Between Ikuko's writing experience, and Tohya's unorthodox ideas, The Strange Tale of Beatnik Island was born.

The two of them toast to their success. Tohya suggests something different for this one.

Neither is sure, but both believe in each other's talents.

Ikuko's computer monitor is still glowing. Outside, rain pours down.

Rather than doing more writing, Ikuko is getting drawn into something interesting online.

BGM: Revelations (Instrumental)

The Rokkenjima Explosion Accident.

Kinzo's scheming siblings, vying for the hidden fortune.

Eva, the silent survivor.

Memories from Rokkenjima.

People talking to Tohya, but by a different name.

Voices in the darkness.

BGM: Song Without a Name

Ange is being held by her parents.

You were fortunate. By chance, we found you drifting in the waves of the sea of emptiness. You were in a terrible state. It took much time to make you remember your true form.

...Beatrice... So, this is...

Dad... mom... I...

You don't need to say anything. You've been on a great and terrible journey, haven't you? You took that journey all by yourself...

You understand that now, don't you? You won't forget again?

'All right' might not be the best way to put it... but I'm so glad you came home.

Eva...

Feel free to hate me as much as you want. Give your dad and mom a million kisses. Give a kiss to everyone who cared about you so much.

...Eva...

If only... I'd called you that on that day... I might never have messed up... We might have been able to create a new world together...

That's enough. You've come home. You don't need to say anything else...

Mom... Mom...

I will live... And I've remembered how much everyone loved me...

She never tried to remember that side of the family. That truth was lost.

To Kinzo, for spoiling her rotten.

To her cousins, for always playing with her.

To the creatures of fantasy and to Maria, apologies for her cruel words.

No. I never really understood. Pitiful Maria with her pitiful magic... That's all I thought of it. So, I couldn't pick up a Fragment of happiness, I couldn't even find one... You told me that yourself once...

It takes two to create a universe. I had Beato, but you were all alone.

No. If I had called Eva mom, there would have been two of us... I'm sure I'd have been able to create a new world with the same magic you used, Maria.

All of it is my fault. The message bottle I threw away half-jokingly caused a distortion in your future and wore you down. I bear responsibility for that.

Yeah, seriously. It's all because of your message bottles. Because of that, people started copying you and making forgeries, growing the story into something crazy.

It isn't your fault, Beato. No matter how many people around me had their baseless suspicions, there should've been only one truth inside me. And yet, so easily... I abandoned my warm memories of all of you, and surrendered my heart to them.

No, no. If I had not thrown away the message bottles, the future of Rokkenjima would never have become the center of such bizarre misconceptions. I bear responsibility for it all.

...True. That's right, it really is your fault after all.

...Put that way, it's a little irritating. You do have your share of the blame as well.

I knew you'd be able to understand Mariage Sorciere's teachings, Ange.

That's right. As the final member of the Mariage Sorciere, it's my responsibility to pass on your magic.

My magic can make everyone happy.

Indeed! You have both pure magic and wicked magic at your fingertips!

That's true. Magic can change completely, depending on your heart. If you aren't properly guided, you can't use magic properly... and proper magic can bring people happiness.

Sorry for failing to pass it down myself at all.

Witch of the Future, ANGE Beatrice. I will now retract your expulsion from Mariage Sorciere.

And for a while, I thought I understood what the time we traveled together meant. Sorry. I'm really sorry...

Witches cannot create a universe unless there are two. In the future, you will be alone. Will you really be okay?

Yeah, I'll be okay. I'm not alone any more. I'll... live. With everyone. And I'll live in the future. I swear to keep living, so that I can pass on the magic of Mariage Sorciere.

Will you truly be able to do so?

Of course. I have the power to do it. There's the golden magic that my predecessor, EVA Beatrice, spent so much time building. I've inherited all of that.

Well, if only my health had held out a little longer, I was planning to spend all of it on myself.

...Hey.

...

The truth... wasn't anything important, was it?

No, it wasn't. Even though you were here, waiting for me to come home in such a warm world... I had my back turned the whole time...

You learned the truth.

...Yeah...

So, any hopes you had of someone miraculously surviving and coming back... have been crushed. However, you now have a new mission, a hope for living in the future.

You kept that precious hope safe for me. I was the one who set it free and let it escape. It turned out worse than Pandora's box. A truth I didn't need to know flew out of the box, along with all my hopes, leaving nothing inside...

That's okay. It's open now, and that's that. Better for it to be empty than to have something rotten inside. After all, false hopes can sometimes come back to bite you.

You've lived 12 years on the hope that we might still be alive. Not any more. That's over and done with.

Yeah... I know. Starting now, I'll step forward into a new life.

Beato put Rokkenjima in the cat box. The next witch, Eva, guarded the lid of that cat box her whole life. The witch after that, you, opened that lid. But so what? Why does the truth of the past matter?

Yeah... From now on, I'll truly live, and I'll make my own personal truth prosper.

Good luck, final witch of Mariage Sorciere... I've read Maria's grimoire. It's a great book, with some really good stuff written in it. Even the bible needs a translator, so Maria's grimoire probably needs one, too. You will be that translator. You've got to teach kids who are in the position you once were. That's your mission as the new Witch of the Future.

...Yeah.

I'm gone... But I'll always be behind you, watching over you.

Humans are sad creatures, which can never move from knowledge back to ignorance.

However, Ange still has one last fragment of hope she can cling to.

And this time, you'll protect everyone inside the cat box. Me and dad and Kyrie, the cousins and the uncles and the aunts. Grandfather and the servants. All of the fantasy people.

Yeah... This time... I have to... protect everyone...

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