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To protect the knowledge I received from you, I abandoned love.
Are you saying you will protect me, Chane?
I won't let them eat me!
I will have to eat them first!
To think it was alcohol...
This time we're gonna take care of the Martillo family!
It sure is a mysterious thing,
how people meet.
All meetings might be somewhat of a miracle.
Yeah...
By the way, Mr. Maiza...
Why did your wound heal so fast?
If it's not too much of a burden to you, can you tell me?
I might be able to tell you sometime, but...
I can't just yet.
I see...
That woman!
Mr. Maiza, excuse me for a bit!
Firo!
You are--
Hey! Stop it!
I'm telling you to stop it!
Just calm down.
For now, I just want to give this to you.
Yes, there's only one corpse.
Eh? Yes... Yes.
Eh? Yes... Yes.
Eh? Yes... Yes.
That must mean that man is fighting with Chane on even ground.
Shoot both of them when you get a chance.
Understood.
Code Beta has been put in motion.
Are we really going to kill Ms. Chane?!
He told us to look for a chance now that she's fighting the white-suit.
Can you tell me a bit about the specifics of that story?!
Hey, hey, hey! Drop your gun!
You weak-looking fellow, drop your gun as well.
Damn!
Oh, he ran away.
I won't call him a coward, though.
To see me and then run away is the natural thing to do, after all.
Chane is that woman, and the white-suit she's fighting is me, right?
That woman is amazing!
This was the first time I've had to run away.
Can't you tell me?
Why are you going to kill this friend of yours?
What should I do?
Should I throw all my plans out the window and run?
I just can't do that.
I have to see the face of that other Immortal at the very least.
Mister, who are you?
Mister...
Who are you?
Hey, why don't you answer?
My name...
is Thomas.
Why are you lying... Czes-kun?
Why are you lying... Czes-kun?
Czeslaw Meyer...
How do you know my name?
You are Rail Tracer!
That's one sharp observation!
I am Rail Tracer.
I also know that you're no kid, and that you want to kill all the passengers,
so... I will kill you.
A deep-red monster?
Are you trying to mislead us with some stupid story to cover your tracks?
I'm not lying!
There's really a monster riding on board this train!
Hey, Chane-chan!
I heard, in reality, you are hated by those black-suits,
and that you hate them as well,
that you're the favorite pupil of Huey Laforet, and...
that you're a devotee of his.
And to top it all off, they said that Huey is immortal as well!
This guy told me all about it.
Right?
"Yeah, yeah."
Do you realize that the black-suits are trying to kill you?
They were planning to kill you in the confusion between you and me.
They said you were actually opposing their original plan?
That you didn't like to take hostages and such?
It looks like Huey didn't like such things from the start, but...
You're too naive!
That's the kind of person you can't trust at all!
Aren't you, too...
just being used by that guy called Huey?!
Shall I tell you the first thing I'll do when I get off this train?
I'm going to kill Huey Laforet!
To be honest, I didn't have any interest in killing you.
Just because those black-suits thought they were never going to get killed, I felt like killing them...
But you have this vibe that you're putting your life on the line for something...
So that's when I came to think of this...
Wouldn't it be more interesting, then, if I killed this Huey Laforet, who is your absolute master?
Oh, oh, oh...
It's over already?
That's how it's gotta be!
I'll just kill him!
Even if he's immortal, I'll kill him...
right in front of you.
I will teach this laid-back, "I won't die, so I'm safe" fellow the harshness of life to the fullest!
Well, what will you do, Chane-chan?!
It has been a while, Maiza Avaro.
Szilard!
It has been over 200 years since our parting on the Advena Avis.
Who is that, Maiza?
An acquaintance of yours?
Run away, please.
What are you saying?
All of you, run away without a word.
I am the only one this guy needs.
Who the hell is he?
This man is the one who, at one point, killed thirteen of my friends...
as well my little brother.
Since then I've eaten five more, so it's eighteen now, to be precise.
Szilard!
I don't know what's going on exactly, but...
In other words, this guy is Maiza's enemy, right?
Then... he's our enemy as well!
What are you doing?!
Don't go!
You will only die in vain.
What?!
Maiza... Why... is this old man still standing?!
I will explain later,
so please, just run for now!
That's a wise warning you're giving there...
However, you are just too late!
Don't make holes in the Conductor's room!
You grazed my ears!
If you understand, apologize.
At least say sorry or something.
I was out of line there.
Sorry.
You two should continue.
I will kill the one who survives.
Who are you?!
Don't mind me.
Just letting you know I was in a talking mood.
We're not in the mood for talking!
You're so harsh.
You bitch!
Are the things he said a while ago true?
You know, about you being against their plan...
That you don't really like to kill people...
That Huey doesn't really like to do that either and such.
I see.
That's all right then.
Shall I help you a bit then?
Isn't that a little weird?
I don't really understand, but...
aren't you the guy who's been going around killing my men and the black-suits?!
Yeah, but you know...
When I heard your story just now...
Doesn't she seem like the good-guy type to you, this woman?
Stop screwing around, you monster!
Are you... like that?!
The kind of person who, when a kid holding a gun would come at them on the battlefield,
would try to save him rather than kill him?!
Just when I was imagining what kind of monster you would be,
you turn out to be some kind of hypocrite that makes me want to puke!
I will save her, but what of it?
I think one can feel compassion exactly when it is within one's strength to do so.
And I'm just like that,
because I can't be killed, no matter what.
Remember that.
Pity and compassion are privileges that are reserved for the strong.
And I am... strong!
And I am... strong!
So you're like that?
You really think you can't die?
Of course.
After all, the world is mine!
Let me go!
My friends are in there!
I can't!
You can't go in now--
Who exactly are you?
Who is that old man?!
You really are one dumb fellow, Maiza.
If only you had let go of your ambition and shared your knowledge with me,
then all this blood wouldn't have had to be spilled.
Szilard...
What's going on?
Don Martillo, please let us handle this.
This might be a result of a dispute of ours, so...
But...
If anything should happen to you,
I won't be able to look Firo in the eye.
Please stay calm.
Go take a look upstairs.
And take a look at our office as well.
Okay.
What if he came back for us, Miria?!
It'd be our fault.
It would be so rude toward these people!
It's a problem of responsibility, right?!
Why are you so concerned with that medicine?
It's simple. I just want to know.
It has always been my desire to solve the secret of that medicine you have been hiding.
I'd say you're only after the ability to kill more people!
That's not true.
You see, my conduct is quite rational.
In other words, anyone who drinks that will become immortal?!
You're saying Mr. Maiza and that old man are immortal as well?
Who are you?
With the knowledge obtained from Gerd, I managed to make a useless version of the medicine.
Useless?
It will make you immortal, but it won't prevent aging.
If we let those in power drink it, we, who have drunk the finished product, are able to one-sidedly eat those people.
Then, we can sell their knowledge and power without aging ourselves.
Don't you think it's a swift and certain method?
An artificial human? You are?
And the one who created me is Szilard.
Like a self-acting colony of an Army,
Szilard can relay information to me.
And the other way around,
Szilard can separate the individual female elements within my cells...
from the individual immortal cells Szilard has--
Wait, wait, wait!
I'm not that smart.
Tell me in layman's terms.
In other words...
In a few words, I am alive according to Szilard's will, and I can die according to his will as well.
You're weak.
You wasted these 200 years.
I will show you the results of my 200 years.
They are miserable people...
To think they took it after all...
What are you talking about?
What's that all about?!
There's no way he can do that!
I must be somewhat of a daughter in relation to Szilard.
A man who's able to kill his daughter at will and uses that as a threat to work you like a horse... That's not a father!
Don't fool with me.
This was the Cure-All Elixir we all once drank.
I finally managed to make it on my own.
Someone as beautiful as you just can't be that old man's daughter.
That, I guarantee you.
You two sure are lovey-dovey together.
Dallas...
Yesterday's...
Why are you here?
Are you surprised?
I am immortal.
I know.
It's interesting.
In other words, I can strip your skin, I can gouge out your eyes,
and even if I rip out your heart and smash it, you will be just fine, right?
Go ahead and do it.
I've long been used to such pain.
Have you ever been stuck in the eyes with a pair of heated tongs?
Have you ever been put in an acid bath?
Have you ever been thrown into a fireplace alive?
And so I lived while a person, whom I had trusted, inflicted such pains on me every day.
I won't yield to the violence a person like you can do to me.
My readiness for pain is different compared to yours!
You're so wrong.
You can categorize that as child's play.
Have you ever experienced someone skinning the flesh of your arm?
And then had someone carve some engravings in the bones of your arm?
You ever heard of that death penalty method the Chinese have?
From my work, I know loads of different ways to torture someone in the Japanese style.
Also those with murder as the premise.
Czeslaw Meyer, it seems that you indeed have, to a certain extent, prepared yourself for pain.
But what was that scent of anxiety I felt in your eyes when I, Rail Tracer, stood before you?
What you fear... is the way!
You are thinking there might be extents of pain and anguish you have yet to experience.
Let me inflict those on you.
The way of pain.
Until you forget how to come back to life!
We sure got lucky when those black-suits suddenly disappeared.
Indeed... So now we can...
Okay! Give us your money!
Not just your money, show us your tits as well!
We have taken control of this train now!
If you don't want to die, follow our orders obediently!
Isn't that a bit too...
Jacuzzi!
I suppose we surprised you there.
What... is going on here?!
I had heard the stories,
but this is the first time I've seen it for myself.
Well, well, if it isn't Don Baltro Runorata.
It has been a while, Luck Gandor.
Let me first apologize for the misconduct on our side.
That's very kind of you.
However, for Don Runorata to come over himself... What brought that about?
It just means it's that big of a deal.
The secret you three are carrying, that is.
Let me get to the point.
Come work for me.
I won't treat you badly.
I refuse.
I wouldn't want to be treated as a guinea pig.
Then, there's only one point left to discuss.
Hand over Dallas Genoard.
If you do that, I won't interfere with you any longer.
What do you think?
It's a proposal that just doesn't sit right with me.
Where is Dallas now?
What should we do, Miria?!
It says here that Firo and the Gandor brothers will fall to murderous bullets!
It's terrible!
Firo and Luck and...
Firo and Luck and Berga and...
And...
Ehmm, anyway, it's terrible!
I can't remember, but anyway, it's terrible!