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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
Why...
Why?
Why am I here?
What have I been doing up until now?
Please tell me.
Who am I?
I...
I'm Carrossea Doon, member of Enfant.
A false name, and a false job title.
False information.
A false life.
Please tell me, Margaret Burton.
Tell me who I really am.
Tell me what the truth is.
Cruel Confession
Madlax...
Margaret...
Miss Margaret did?
Truly?
Yes. Margaret Burton obtained the three books,
and now with Lady Quanzitta's guidance she is trying to open the door.
That...
That can't be.
Where are you going?
That's a given. I'm going to Miss Margaret.
Serving and protecting Miss Margaret is Elenore Baker's job.
You're not entitled to become involved with Margaret Burton.
You don't have the Gift for it, either.
What did you say?
Moreover, Margaret Burton has a guide.
A guide?
Carrossea Doon.
That man?
I absolutely will not accept that.
I'm the one who... Miss Margaret is my...
Then go see for yourself.
The door will be opened.
And the old era will give way to the new.
Margaret Burton. Those eyes of yours will discern the era.
Now, invoke the mystic words that will open the door.
Miss...
The mystic words of awakening.
Elda taluta.
Miss!
The mystic words of the Essence.
Sarks sark.
Miss!
The mystic words of truth.
Ark arks.
Where is Miss Margaret?
On the other side of the door of truth.
Where is that?
I don't see a door anywhere.
Those without the Gift cannot see it.
What?
Margaret Burton has left on a journey
together with Carrossea Doon, who possesses the same Gift.
But why...
Why do I feel so much discomfort?
Madlax.
The time is coming.
What? Margaret's got the three books?
Yes.
So where is Margaret now?
I'm told she opened the door of truth.
Oh no!
Well then, we should...
We can't go there.
What do you mean?
Miss Margaret left.
She went to somewhere we don't know.
But that's...
There's nothing I can do for Miss Margaret.
There's nothing now...
Elenore.
She'll come back.
She went to get her past back, right?
That's a happy thing.
Margaret came back to the estate all by herself twelve years ago.
So she'll be fine this time too.
But I can't...
There is something you can do. There is, isn't there?
Miss Vanessa.
Man, now I'm kinda hungry.
Shall I make something?
I want to have pasta.
I can't make that here.
No.
No.
You mustn't. No!
Where is this?
I don't know. But what we're seeking is up ahead.
What we're seeking?
Margaret, I want to know my past.
The truth of twelve years ago.
You and I met twelve years ago.
That's how we were able to get the Gift to open the door.
Yes. The past you seek is in the place that I'm seeking.
So please guide me, Margaret Burton.
Guide me to the door of past and truth.
Yes. I want to know my true self too.
So...
No!
You mustn't.
You mustn't come here.
Because you can't get to the truth yet.
The truth is on the other side of this.
You mustn't.
What?
You mustn't open that door!
Why not?
Because I heard someone's voice telling us to stop.
What are you talking about? We've come this far...
Don't go.
I have to go.
No...
No!
Carrossea?
I can see it...
I can see a landscape.
Is this a dream?
It's not a dream.
This is no dream.
Yes.
What I'm seeking is truth. Unalterable fact!
But that's...
That's...
The plane is now entering a patch of turbulence.
That person told me.
That person told me. We request that you please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened.
What did he tell you, Chris? We request that you please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened.
We request that you please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened.
Here.
Thanks!
Sorry about that.
It was nothing.
Now, let's get back to our seats.
Mother, when will we get to see Father?
Soon. We'll get to see him before long.
I can hear...
...music.
Mother!
Mother! Mother!
Mother!
Mother, what's wrong?
Open your eyes!
Wake up!
Mother!
Let's go.
Here you go.
Someone will come to help us, so if we stay here...
I'm sure...
Mother...
Did Mother die?
Mother...
Mother!
You mustn't cry.
But... But...
Don't cry.
Live your mom's share and yours.
I'm here. Right by your side.
Why not?
Because it's going to rain.
I'll live.
I'll live through this. I swear it.
I swear it!
I'll live through this, I swear it.
Yes. That's me.
That boy is me.
I know he's me, because he's me.
But why does he look so different?
Why?
You still can't find it?! Hurry!
You should understand, Colonel Burton.
Or should I say, "Madlax"?
Friday Monday...
You should understand that this, this is what humanity really is.
Madlax!
"Madlax"?
No!
Wait! You mustn't go over there!
Father! Father!
Don't!
Father!
Stop!
I...
I...
This is...
This is the truth.
This is what happened to me.
Father!
Give me a hug!
Father!
Margaret...
You mustn't open it.
You mustn't open it.
If you open that door, your existence will disappear.
Your existence will disappear.
Even if it does, I...
I see...
That's Madlax.
Thank you, Margaret Burton.
Because I found out the truth, I was able to realize my own feelings.
I wanted to protect you,
even if it cost me my life.
And I...
Since before I became myself, I...
You...
I loved you.
Carrossea Doon, your existence was nothing more than your will to live,
which you made incarnate using the power of that place.
If you find out the truth, that existence disappears.
Thanks to you, the book has come back into my hands.
And the girl who opens the door, as well.
Is this my dream?
No, it's the truth.
If it's the truth, then I met with Father in that place.
Dad was there.
But by you, Father was...
I...
You...
I...
Yes. That is the truth.
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 streetcorners Deep inside your heart, inside your pain
Drifting in daybreak's sleepiness on the streetcorners
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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