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You're the only one I'm longing to see, now and always
There's only one wish I remember on rainy days
The shard of me that I left forgotten in your heart
Is it still there?
Sleeping inside a closed book
Pandora's jewels called "memories"
In a hesitation hiding a sigh
I was always watching
My eyes cracked and fell to the ground I was always watching
My eyes cracked and fell to the ground
They are quartz fractured into crescents
You're the only one who satisfies my heart
I'll always be waiting
Here in the rain
"The crucial thing about guns is not neglecting their maintenance," eh?
Welcome home. Any developments?
Vanessa.
Margaret...
Vanessa!
Why are you here?
I'm glad to see that you're well, Miss Vanessa.
Thanks.
You came all this way for me?
Thank you.
No, I mean... I'm sorry, Margaret.
I'm Margaret.
Margaret Burton.
I'm Madlax.
Are you okay?
Who are you?
Who?
Who am I?
Targeted Book
Margaret, Elenore, thank you for coming.
I'm sorry for making you worry. I...
We know.
Mr. Badgis told us about the situation.
And also about what you're trying to do.
I see...
But right now I'm being hunted by an organization called "Enfant."
If you're near me, it'll cause problems for the two of you too.
We shouldn't see each other anymore.
What do you intend to do now?
I'll fight.
To get to the truth, and to live.
I'm staying here.
Miss!
I'm staying here.
No, Margaret. Go back to Nafrece.
Go back. Please.
I agree with Vanessa.
If you're going home, do it before it gets light out.
If you don't, your friend will be in danger.
Please understand, Margaret. You'll be in danger.
I'm already in danger.
What?
Because they're after me.
After you? Who's after you?!
It appears the person who was fighting in the library before
is after Miss Margaret's book.
Margaret's book?
You mean the one I found that bibliodetective for?
Yeah.
But it sounds like Eric couldn't find it.
Eric...
Eric Gillain.
I just came to this country to look for a book.
That's all! So why do there have to be people out for my blood?
Enfant...
I can't live in this world.
It's too normal.
Yes... Enfant is looking for a book.
If you want to know the truth, you have to remember.
You heard the words of awakening.
But that alone is not enough.
You need even more words.
You know.
You know where another book is.
You know where Secondari is.
Secondari...
A book called "Secondari."
Enfant, looking for a book in this country...
An orchestrated war...
It can't be...
Margaret, just what is your book?
Come to think of it, I've never seen it either.
You can't.
Why not?
Because it seems like something would disappear, so it's scary.
Seems like something would disappear...
so it's scary...
But why would a criminal organization be after Miss Margaret's book?
I don't know.
But it's certain that Enfant is after that girl's book.
Therefore, there's only one proper course of action.
What do you intend to do?
We have a lead.
A place I went to with Eric before.
Let's go, Madlax.
If it will take us even a little closer to the truth...
I'll go too.
Miss...
You can't. It's in a combat zone.
We'll be dodging bullets.
I still want to go.
No, I have to go.
You'll die.
Even so, I want to know the truth.
Are you any different?
Who knows...
Margaret Burton and Carrossea Doon of Enfant...
Two people with the Gift are heading for this land, aren't they?
Yes.
It's almost thirteen years since the day the door was opened.
The time is near. I feel it.
Lady Quanzitta, there is someone I don't understand.
Someone you don't understand?
She does not have the Gift, and yet she carries a faint scent of it.
I had never sensed such a thing from anyone before.
To think there's someone even you do not understand...
Who is it?
Madlax.
She is another seeker of the books.
Madlax...
A war zone...
Say, Margaret, where did you get that book?
When you gave me the red shoes as a present, I sort of remembered...
Red shoes?
That this book I'd stored away for so long was a present from Father.
Dad...
If I find out about this book, I might find out about Father.
And my memories, too.
Memories?
Is something wrong?
How long ago did you lose your memories?
I don't remember anything from before twelve years ago.
Twelve years...
Come to think of it, Madlax, you're also...
They're definitely aiming at us.
Oh no!
Don't talk. You'll bite your tongue.
Out of the car.
Margaret!
This is familiar...
Margaret!
Are you hurt?
I'm fine.
Miss!
She's okay.
Come further into the woods.
So they did escape into the woods, eh?
What do we do, sir?
It's a given.
You fight a mercenary with mercenaries.
Madlax.
Margaret Burton.
At this rate, the enemy will find us soon.
You three stay here.
Madlax...
Can you protect your friends?
Yes, I'll do it. I'll protect them.
Does that girl kill people?
No. She fights in order to live.
To live...
Killing people to live?
God won't forgive a lie like this
It looks like I'm going to have another reason I can't die. God won't forgive a lie like this
God won't forgive a lie like this
Another one...
Another one... The light of the moon seen through glass
The light of the moon seen through glass
But you're different. The light of the moon seen through glass
The light of the moon seen through glass
You're different.
You're different. Because I committed the sin of being untrue to my memories
Because I committed the sin of being untrue to my memories
I become unable to see even yesterday
Go! I become unable to see even yesterday
Go!
Go! I'm here
I'm here
That must've been a mistake from the beginning
And sadness was fixed in place then too
And yet I'm still crying
Longing to be clasped to that breast
It's over now? Longing to be clasped to that breast
Why? Longing to be clasped to that breast
Longing to be clasped to that breast
I want to communicate my feelings just one more time
Inside a dream, all remnants of warmth are disappearing
I won't let anyone interfere. Inside a dream, all remnants of warmth are disappearing
I won't let anyone interfere.
I won't let anyone interfere. It's all right if you're the only one
That girl is mine. It's all right if you're the only one
That girl is mine. I want you to hold me
I want you to hold me
Telling me you're here, always, always
Vanessa! Telling me you're here, always, always
Telling me you're here, always, always
A moonlit night
They're not there... A moonlit night
A moonlit night
Gentle sighs
Atoning fingertips
I'm waiting
I'm here
I'll protect them! I'm here
I'll protect them!
I'm here
Behind you!
You're...
That was close, Margaret Burton.
First you're attacking, then you're rescuing... I don't understand you.
Will you explain what's going on?
That's my master's job.
Your master?
Yes. The one who discerns the era.
The time has come.
And therefore, I'd like to borrow Firstari.
Mr. Friday.
Carrossea Doon.
I don't recall asking you to come here.
Why did you?
Because I, not you, am the one most suited to possess the book.
Lady Quanzitta.
I bid you welcome.
We've met before.
Yes. I remember you, Madlax.
My name is Quanzitta Marison.
Please tell me about this book, ma'am.
That book is called "Secondari."
Your book is the second of three.
Carrossea, you can't wield Firstari.
And these books have no meaning unless all three are brought together.
Even I don't know who wrote the books, or when.
However...
If you bring all three books together, you can open the door.
Yes. You can get to the door that leads to that place.
You can come here.
What would happen if I opened that "door"?
You would know true kindness and true warmth.
Yes. You could know the self that you were meant to be.
Human Essence.
Yes.
The melody called "urge" that sleeps within the depths of the human soul
is playing in that place.
It's a sublime and primitive thing.
A beautiful melody that will destroy this false world of "morals."
I want to hear it.
Know the self you are meant to be...
So does that mean that if I bring the books together,
my memories will come back?
And I'll find out where Father is?
That depends on you, Margaret Burton.
Then I suppose I'll try listening to that "melody" as well.
Enfant is trying to gather the three books.
Yes.
So they can come here.
You can't go to that place.
Even if that's true, there's someone who will guide me.
Where are the other books?
Enfant has the first book, Firstari.
I am in possession of the third book, Thirstari.
Guide you, you say?
What if I know the one who possesses Secondari?
Margaret Burton, obtain the other book.
When you do that, I will give you Thirstari and lead you to the door.
I will get Firstari from you
and go to that place with the one who possesses Secondari.
They're coming here.
I want to go.
No.
I'm going.
No.
I have to go.
No...
I'll return to myself!
No!
Three books.
The door to the Essence...
Now I'll have you lead me there, Margaret Burton.
My precious little angel.
I...
I...
I want to know myself.
So I'm going.
I'm...
I'm...
Dad?
Dad?
Dad?
I...
No. I don't want to go.
No, you will come.
To find out who you are.
That's surely an old song someone was playing on a water-colored lute
Deep inside your heart, inside your pain
Drifting in daybreak's sleepiness on the street corners Deep inside your heart, inside your pain
Drifting in daybreak's sleepiness on the street corners
When you were called by that singing voice
You were still in the middle of your journey
Following the tracks that loneliness left behind
I wonder if you can go it all alone
And get to the other hill on the other side
Watching the retreating back of a goodbye And get to the other hill on the other side
Watching the retreating back of a goodbye
The story told so that you can meet yourself
Now quietly begins
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