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- One meal? - Anything?
- Whatever I want? - Well...
- Asparagus. - Lasagna.
- Pizza. - A...
Warm chocolate cake with coconut sugar.
Fried eggs with French fries.
- Raw vegan salad. - I eat pizza every day.
- Garlic shrimp. - Can I get the ice cream on the side?
The yolk should be completely cooked through.
- With bulgur wheat. - The one with the most meat.
I hate it when it mixes.
- Not broken. - Beef, pork, and chicken.
And turmeric.
An item...
- Anything? - Well...
That pen.
- A pocketknife. - An axe?
- A dildo. - A dagger.
Just kidding.
A beautiful painting.
Can you guarantee I'll get pizza every day?
Yes.
I'm just saying, I might get really upset if I don't.
How upset?
You know why I'm here, right?
It says here that you tried to set fire to your parents' house
while they were sleeping.
That upset, then.
Don't you have any shame?
You bastards!
What are you looking at?
- 21! - Him, the one who's hiding.
The guy on 21!
He ate the pork loin and the meat off the pizza!
Day one, and you already screwed up!
21!
Hey! No!
- No. - Damn newbies.
How many times do we have to tell you?
That I can only eat my own food?
Yes. Or something you've agreed to swap with somebody else.
It's the Law.
You mean the Law that whoever ate my meal completely ignored?
We'll handle that tomorrow.
But you can't just eat whatever you want like a Barbarian.
No. The real Barbarians are the ones on 21 who ate my food.
I think I am at least entitled to eat...
You are entitled to have us, the Loyalists, protect your food. Yes.
We're working on it.
If this is how you Loyalists handle things,
we're going to have a problem.
It's a challenge, but since the Revolution of Solidarity began,
the Pit is becoming fairer as the months go on.
And with everyone's help, the Law will soon reach even the lowest level.
Can't you see that if you eat someone else's food,
that person will feel wronged
and entitled to eat whatever they want?
That will harm other people, which will then harm even more people.
It'll have a domino effect, leaving the people at the bottom without food.
Are you done?
Listen, dumbass, that's what will happen if you eat that chicken wing.
"Dumbass"?
- Just you watch this dumbass. - They're right. That's what will happen.
Sure. That's easy for you to say.
No one ate your stinking croquettes.
You want one?
Sure.
But I don't want any more surprises tomorrow, got it?
Good. Now, eat that quick before the platform starts to drop.
The Administration doesn't allow us to keep any food.
They'll punish you. And there won't be a next time, okay?
Yeah, fine.
Why don't they punish those bastards on Level 21 who ate my pizza?
We created the rule about sticking to our own meals, not the Administration.
Remember, this month you were lucky enough to wake up on Level 24.
Next month, you might end up on a very low level.
But what you've done just now on your first day is an honorable gesture.
Respect others and keep your level in order.
Don't let the Pit defeat you.
"Don't let the Pit defeat you."
What's your name?
Zamiatin.
Perempuán.
"Perempuán."
Actually, my favorite food was
the ham croquettes my ex used to make.
But of course, that's impossible now.
Do you miss him?
What are you looking for in the Pit?
Time.
I need time to forget what I did.
44!
44!
44.
44!
44! Send the information along! Pass it up!
- 44! - 44!
The chain of communication has been cut off at Level 44,
and we don't know if the food was distributed fairly from there down.
We know it wasn't from Level 21 onward.
How many levels in all?
333.
It's not important how many levels there are.
What matters is that food reaches all of them.
Tomorrow, our people from levels 19 and 20
will go down to 21 to defend your pizza.
And the ones from levels 42 and 43 will go down to 44
so the people below can eat too.
That's how it works.
Now, it's best if you step back.
What? We can't even stand here now?
How did you feel?
When I almost killed my parents?
Excuse me. Just a second.
According to this, you tried to set fire to your room,
but you changed your mind 30 seconds later.
Only the wastebasket, the autobiography you were writing,
and a couple of empty pizza boxes got burned.
Look, asshole, you should know,
that they sent me here because they're afraid of me.
Where is my food?
Shut up, you pain in the ass!
- You're so annoying! - Where is my food?
Where is...
What's going on?
The people on Level 21 are putting up a fight.
I'm afraid they'll be punished just the once.
- Who's next? You. You. Let's do this. - Son of a...
Come on, 22!
Let's go!
They're on the platform.
If they don't succeed on 22, it'll be up to us to subdue them.
And you too.
What do you mean?
I'm not here to fight. No one said anything about fighting.
I forgive them. End of story.
Break the bed frames and take out the bars!
Here. Now!
- What should we do? - I don't know.
Move, dammit!
Hey!
- What's going on? - They want us to fight.
- What? - For the food.
Hey, you up there! Do you hear me?
Take my pizza. It's fine. It's all yours.
Just don't hurt me. Please.
- Hey! - Shit.
It's hot!
The food! We have to get rid of the food! Help us!
It's cold.
They're going to freeze us.
It's cold!
It's so cold!
That's it.
That's all of it.
That's it.
Well done.
How brave of you.
Is he still unconscious?
Yes.
You want some pizza?
- Want some pizza, prick? How about it? - Stop!
This lowlife has caused a lot of harm.
And because of him, nobody will eat today.
But this is not how we do things.
No.
You're too high and mighty for that.
What?
Maybe he's not the only one at fault.
Yesterday I could've eaten something else.
There was plenty of food, but you wouldn't let me.
This is our fault, then?
I'm only saying that sometimes, giving people a little freedom...
No!
No.
Freedom isn't about being able to eat anything you like.
It isn't. Okay?
She's dead.
No.
How very brave of you.
Enough!
What are we going to do with him?
You two will do nothing.
I'll go down with him until I find an Anointed One.
An Anointed One.
They were the ones lucky enough to meet the Master.
He laid down the foundations of the Law.
They're in charge of enforcing it wisely...
Wait.
The Master?
Some people call him
the Messiah.
Or the Hidalgo.
Nobody knows if he's still alive.
Or if he even existed.
A long time ago,
before I got here, the Master sent a message of hope.
They say he survived a whole month without food
on one of the lowest levels.
Meditating.
The next month, he woke up on another level
where again he got no food.
He cut flesh from his own thigh...
and he fed the needy.
His Anointed Ones.
Since then, month after month,
they have been spreading his message of solidarity throughout the Pit.
Advocating for the food to be distributed fairly.
That is something we are going to achieve together.
Even if heads have to roll.
Whatever, Robespierre.
But I haven't eaten in two days.
And I want my pizza!
Are you sure about this, Robespierre?
Don't you think your Master would be happier if you sliced her up
and fed her to the needy?
She's already been cooked anyway.
Cannibalism has been prohibited by the Law
since the Master showed us the way with his sacrifice.
You make up a new rule every day, Robespierre.
These belong to the people who died.
- I have to throw them away. - What?
The Law limits us to one meal.
Why's that?
The arbitrary distribution of leftovers benefits only a small few.
And nobody respects a law that allows inequality.
It doesn't have to be arbitrary.
We could eat it ourselves!
Okay.
Mussels, fried pork belly strips, and roast lamb.
You will now be responsible for those meals.
Every day, you must ensure that they arrive intact
and get rid of this source of discord.
If you want, you can swap,
but then you'll have to throw away your own meal.
Okay.
Believe me, it's for the best in the long run.
No one should see a fellow inmate's death as a reward.
How will they punish him?
It'll be severe.
But fair.
I hope to find an Anointed One before the barrier at Level 44.
There aren't many left.
Respect the Law.
And enforce it.
Do you believe in all that?
It's our last day here.
Show me what you can do.
I'm more into science.
I'm not as stupid as I look.
I devoted my whole life to pure mathematics.
But I gave it up.
Why?
Because of this.
The square root of minus one.
The solution to this root
is what in mathematics is called an imaginary number.
Imaginary.
One day, I realized that if we can accept a solution
that doesn't match any physical reality in our own universe,
then I could never trust math again.
Or anything else.
I quit my job and my research at the university.
I walked out on my family.
- You left your family over that? - I moved back in with my parents.
You have kids?
What's wrong with imaginary things?
What about you? Do you have kids?
Imaginary things don't exist.
And they do nothing for us.
What's your story, Perempuán?
I need time to...
forgive myself.
This month, the food has reached Level 175!
- It reached Level 175! - We have to celebrate!
You hear that? 175.
Come here.
- Why? - So we can dance.
Dance?
You're out of your mind.
Okay.
179. Cannelloni and sweet-and-sour pork.
Pizza and croquettes here.
Some people below say they won't cooperate.
They'll eat anything they can get when it arrives.
What's your meal?
I ordered a dessert. Almond cream pie.
It'd be good to have dessert.
Can't you see where we are?
The system is improving every month.
We need to have faith.
169!
Any news from up above?
The chain stops at 169. That's all we know.
I hope Robespierre's gang enforces the Law and that they start kicking ass right now.
The Law is love. The Law is will.
The Law is love in the hands of will.
Do not let the fools lie to you,
for there is love in the Pit.
They may feel alone and helpless, but the Law is for all.
Last month, he went 25 days without food on Level 165.
Fucking lunatic.
My cellmate is a new arrival. There are more up above.
And below.
That means a lot of people died last month.
We were also new here, and we learned to respect the Law.
We learned to respect the Law on Level 24.
We have all been chosen.
We will all be raised to the highest plane.
Sorrows are nothing but shadows that pass through and fade.
Sadness is not among us.
Strength and love are within us.
Behold. Behold the light that the Master radiates upon us.
Even if our home is destroyed by fire and sword,
his invisible house shall stand firm.
His invisible house shall stand firm.
You, you do not yet know his full meaning.
He is at the center of everywhere.
He's the magician.
He is life.
And the giver of life.
He is the flame that burns
in the heart of every man and at the core of every star.
Behold. Behold the light that the Master radiates upon us.
If the will stops to cry out, "Why,"
then it ceases and is not carried out.
It sees the Law but does not understand.
He is the flame that burns.
- At the core of all stars. - Stop it!
That's the sign!
It's the Anointed Ones freeing the Pit from the Barbarians.
That was unnecessary.
Why don't they come down protecting our food?
And leave the lawbreakers above?
That would be suicide.
The Law is power,
severity, and order.
He who is righteous shall remain righteous.
He who is soiled shall remain soiled.
Will you shut up?!
Where did it happen?
A long way up. We've still got some days to wait.
We have to find and destroy the traitors.
Death will be beautiful.
Death will be the seal of our true love.
Do good here,
and you shall be rewarded from now on.
Do good here, and you shall be rewarded from now on.
Good news.
The only blockage left is on levels 169 and 168.
Those Barbarians are trying to sabotage our communications,
but the Anointed One who is leading the liberation wants us to be strong.
Not the one-eyed one! The cross-eyed one! For fuck's sake!
Listen. He's asking us to identify the crippled man and the cross-eyed woman
who stuffed themselves on 176.
And the big guy who raped his cellmate on 98.
- 24! - What about 24?
The fat man! The fried pork belly strips!
A fat man on 24
ate the food belonging to his fallen companions, the bastard.
What level were you on?
46.
And you?
74.
Okay.
Okay.
Don't worry. Nobody knows we were on 24.
They saw us.
When the food gets here, we can only eat our meals.
Or the ones we swap. And I ordered pizza.
And I ordered croquettes.
I'm going to die if I don't eat a good meal.
The day they get here, we have to do whatever they say.
But then, we'll do whatever it takes.
They'll punish us.
No, you're not here because they're afraid of you.
You dropped out of school at 16.
All your business ventures failed.
Your wife and kids kicked you out.
And your parents are getting sick of you too.
You were offered a spot here
because they believe you need some discipline.
Discipline.
What for?
Discipline.
So you stop with those pathetic cries for attention.
- What are you doing? - I've made a lot of mistakes.
They're good kids.
Not very bright. They take after their mother.
I don't resent them.
What are you saying?
I ate food that wasn't mine.
Stay over there.
I shouldn't have eaten it.
Don't come over here.
- Stay away! - Discipline!
I won't drag you down with me.
You don't deserve to be punished for helping me.
Go and see my kids when you get out.
Tell them I've always loved them.
Tell them that, at least, my end...
wasn't a lie.
I'd like to think he didn't suffer.
And that he died instantly.
Hello.
It looks like everything's okay up above.
They haven't found any Barbarians.
Here, we have paella and fried rice.
Croquettes.
Raw vegan salad and entrecôte with peppercorn sauce.
Down to 71, they're all Loyalists or newcomers. Let's see how they behave.
We're lucky.
51 is a good level.
Once a day, a platform with food comes down.
We have a few minutes to eat the meal we ordered.
What did you choose?
Hey!
What did you choose?
- Plums. - That's all you can eat.
Unless you agree to trade with someone.
Is that your item?
My pillow.
I can't sleep without it.
Some of the newcomers don't want to follow the rules.
It looks like there are two obstacles. One on 46 and another one higher up.
But there is an Anointed One above,
so it won't take long for him to subdue them.
You'll eat tomorrow.
- There's a Barbarian on 54! - He's the guy from 2!
- Barbarian! 54! - There's a Barbarian on 54!
He was pretending to be one of us,
but they recognized him, and he attacked his new cellmate.
He's the one from 2!
That's him. He's the one from 2.
The people on Level 1 couldn't subdue him last month.
That fucker ate like a pig until he threw up every single day.
Tomorrow we'll go down and subdue him.
I'll go with you.
No, you don't need to.
- He can't get away with this. - He won't, but the rule is clear.
The four people from the levels immediately above go first.
My cellmate died because of lowlifes like him down there,
who stuffed his face on Level 2 last month.
If people don't respect the Law, others die.
The higher up you are, the more responsibility you have.
Do you understand?
I understand your anger.
It's people like that who fuck everything up.
Fuck you!
Yes! It's Dagin Babi!
The Anointed One is Dagin Babi! Hey!
It's Dagin Babi.
The Anointed One is Dagin Babi.
We're saved. He won't take any prisoners.
We can't let him escape.
- What the hell are you doing? - Getting justice.
- What the hell? You can't do that. - Six is better than four.
It's not allowed. You're risking the chain of communication.
The chain can be maintained with a three-level gap.
Get off. We'll go.
We're not getting off.
You choose. Risk your lives with us, or stay and maintain the fucking chain.
Go with them. I'll protect the chain.
We need people to finish that pig off. Orders from above.
Son of a bitch.
Shut up.
I don't want any problems. I'll put it down.
No!
No!
You bitch!
Stop.
Stop.
I didn't do anything.
Let me go.
I've been stuck here for over a year and a half. Stop!
Please.
I needed to eat to recover.
Please. I just want to survive, like everyone else.
No!
No! We have to keep going down.
- No! - He won't get far.
It's not about him.
It's not about him.
This isn't your first month in the Pit, is it?
I've been here for six months.
On my first day,
my cellmate...
Kekasih...
explained...
the Law to me.
And I understood it.
It's not a fair law.
Because it only protects the meal we ordered when we came to the Pit.
But...
I thought it was a good start.
We always respected the Law.
We ate only our food
and took part in subduing others when we needed to.
But this one time...
we found a young guy.
He was starving to death.
We took the food from someone who had died
and gave him more than he was entitled to.
A few days later...
an Anointed One came.
Dagin Babi.
Dagin Babi is the strictest Anointed One.
And he keeps getting worse. Much worse.
He decided to make an example of us.
As punishment for breaking the Law.
Kekasih fought back
and gouged his eyes out.
Dagin Babi ordered that she be tied naked to the platform
and sent defenseless to the lower levels.
They forced me to watch
how they ate her alive a few levels down.
We'll never be safe inside the Pit.
Not all Anointed Ones are the same.
Last month, one of them arrived just in time
to save many people from starving to death.
How do you think he got down to your level?
We have to keep on helping.
Promoting fairness.
We have to stay strong until we get out of here.
Don't you get it?
Nobody makes it out.
No one survives.
But there's something we can do.
Escape.
Escape during the Interval.
The what?
At the end of each month, to reset the Pit,
the gas they use is a form of sevoflurane.
That's when we'll do it.
But how will we stay awake?
I search for it every month, but no luck so far.
If we find it, we'll get only one shot.
And to do that,
we have to keep going down.
What are we looking for?
No!
That's Dagin.
It's now or never.
Dagin Babi and his people must be coming down on the platform,
but there was a blockage at 46.
They'll have to stop there to enforce their Law.
This is our chance. We have to go down today.
Your plan is crazy. What if it doesn't work?
I'm not sure,
but I do know what will happen if Dagin Babi catches us.
Should we take him with us?
Kill me.
Off you get.
I've been told extraordinary things about you two.
About your determination to take part in subduing delinquents,
even when it didn't concern you.
As a reward,
today you can drink as much wine as you like with your food.
Go on, don't be shy.
Eating is not just a right. It's a duty.
We need strong men and women to defend the Law.
Enjoy.
Let her go, dammit!
Let me go!
- What's going on? - Leave me alone.
What's going on?
We must obey the Law.
And be sure to enforce it.
Always.
Without exception.
You know the Rule of the Next Four, right?
Yes, of course you do.
So in that case, tell me,
why the fuck did you let them subdue the delinquents?
Excuse me?
I told them that it wasn't allowed.
But you did nothing to stop them.
No, but I stayed on my level to protect the chain of communication.
Sure. Even a blind man can see how brave you were.
I have an idea.
Not today, but tomorrow you can drink all the wine you want too.
To go with your last meal.
After that, you'll be executed for twice abandoning your duties.
Twice? I did...
Yes, double the neglect.
You didn't go down when it was your turn, and you let them go down for you.
You also let them go down.
So you will lose an arm.
And what about her?
Why me and not her?
Didn't you tell me you tricked her? She didn't know she was breaking the Law.
It seemed like a good idea to have more support.
You do not interpret the Law!
You obey it!
The exception of the just is the excuse of the disloyal.
You committed an offense.
- You will lose an arm. - Don't punish us for defending the Law!
No. Those who breach the Law do not defend it.
What's more, those who act as such
will eventually interpret the Law according to their own interests.
Listen to me.
Many people have died or lost a lot just to get here today.
I lost my eyes.
Your friend should know what it means to lose something too.
Though it appears you haven't learned your lesson.
This is your second offense.
You deserve the same fate as your cellmate.
- Bastard! - None of this is arbitrary.
Absolutely none of it.
We kill to build a future where nobody will kill anymore.
There are many Barbarians down there and only fear subdues the beasts.
Terror is the message.
If you let her live, she will escape.
What's that, son?
They have a plan.
- Tell me. - They talked about important stuff.
They thought I was sleeping.
But I wasn't.
Because I know that being awake is the best way to learn things.
She talked to her about the place
where this world is created time and time again.
And she told her that if they ate a dog,
they could wake up from the dream and escape.
They wanted to kidnap me, but I don't eat dog.
It's all right, son.
Nobody's eating any dogs.
Is this your first month here?
Good morning, neighbors.
Another month in the Pit.
Here, we have red sea bream and caviar, but we won't trade it for just anything.
- Let's see what these beggars have. - Don't talk with them.
Level 73. Where is my food? I'm hungry!
Goddamn Loyalists.
- Who are you? Tell me. - Who the hell are you? You tell me.
Don't speak to those below us either.
Talking tires me out.
I followed the Law.
And a month ago, on 203, nobody came to help me.
Which item did you choose?
I brought it to cut bread.
At home, I buy it sliced.
But here, I don't know.
Can I use it?
There's something we can do.
Escape during the Interval.
But how will we stay awake?
I search for it every month.
We have to keep going down. We have to find The Drowning Dog.
Hey!
Look at that guy! What a pig!
- Stop! - We have to respect the Law!
Hey. Where are you going?
Hey. You can't do that.
I'll come down there and pound you.
- You can't step on the food. You pigs! - You should come with me.
Get down from there.
Are you deaf? She's clearly deaf.
She must be because she's not listening to a word I'm saying.
Get off of there.
Are you coming?
Obviously.
Come on.
You won't achieve anything on your own.
If you want to oppose the Loyalists, you'll have to operate like them.
In a group.
Get down from there. Obey the Law!
- Easy. - I'll defend the Law with my life.
- Are you sure you want to do that? - Listen.
No one should restrict our freedom.
No one. We're old enough to decide what to do.
This lamb is delicious.
Barbarians are coming!
They're fucking Barbarians!
They're Barbarians! Goddamn Barbarians!
If you want to survive the punishments and torture, get on.
An Anointed One is coming down tomorrow.
All of us Loyalists will get together and go down to take you out. One by one.
You hear me?
We should shut the other one up.
...and you know it, huh?
- That's not how we do things. - Fucking Barbarians!
We were born free, and these Loyalists hate freedom.
That's why they hate us!
Because we are free and we will always be free.
And they can't stop us from doing whatever we want.
This place is full of food. Why can't we eat whatever we want?
We've been dreaming of freedom all our lives.
Get on. Look what we've done.
Because we've been here for a long time, and we have more rights than they do.
Here's to fucking freedom!
Eat up!
Let's go. Get on!
- Freedom is up there. - Get on.
No one's going to force me to get on.
They want to keep us repressed. Constricted.
The time has come!
For freedom!
For freedom!
That's it. We'll stay here.
There are enough of us.
Free men and women, we are staying here.
He painted it on a wall in his house.
Then they transferred it to this canvas.
Isn't it incredible?
It's the original.
I'm so glad that we're finally doing something
about those despicable sectarians and their Law.
But first, we have to get organized.
My friends.
Welcome to my humble abode.
Your humble piece of shit.
- She's one of us. - I think this area over here...
Shut up, you freak.
What great manners.
Oh, what manners you have.
Today, we have the pleasure
Of tasting the most exquisite foods And wines
The crème de la crème lands at our table
Cooked to perfection
Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy
A nice coffee
A nice coffee
Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy A nice coffee
And we make love
What the hell? Hey, get up.
Get up. God fucking damn it.
They're coming down already!
- We need to get ready! - You bastards!
Get ready!
- Fuck. - Day three.
There's the bastard.
You won't eat for the rest of the month.
Each day the platform will come down.
But it'll be empty, without any food.
And when you're hungry and worn out,
we will come down and finish you all off.
- You son of a bitch! - Come down and fight us!
Are you going to sentence those shits down there to death too?
No, there are a lot of motherfuckers like you down there.
Yeah. What are you going to do? You're sentencing them to death?
Yes, it's a terrible price to pay.
But it's well worth it to uphold the Law.
Listen to me.
If you surrender,
I'll only punish the ringleaders of this ridiculous uprising.
Listen up, comrades!
Listen! He's offering us a way out.
- A reasonable one at that. - Out of the way, old man.
The blind man is bluffing! He won't condemn his own people to death.
What if you're wrong?
Huh?
What are we going to eat, then?
What should we do?
What if we go down
and eat his people?
Hear that, you blind fuck?
We're going down to eat the people below!
After years of hard work,
my big night had finally arrived.
It was my fourth exhibition.
I was sharing the space with top artists.
I had a series of sculptures depicting animal brutality.
My boyfriend came.
He brought his son so I could finally meet him.
And, well...
Kids can never sit still.
Not him, anyway.
One of my pieces was a ferocious dog.
Vicious.
Terrible.
Its claws were sharp blades, turned towards the viewer.
You shouldn't go on like this.
If you don't eat, you'll die.
They told me it was dangerous.
But for me, it was the risk, the audacity,
that made it truly special.
I refused to have any safety barriers put up.
The kid wouldn't stop running around.
Then he tripped.
One of the claws,
one of the blades...
went into his eye.
I'd like to think he didn't suffer.
And that he died instantly.
The lawyers did a good job.
The judge ruled that it was an accident.
The insurance company paid out.
I became one of the most respected artists of my generation.
All the pieces from my animal brutality series
sold for millions.
Especially the dog.
Barbarians!
Go for their ankles!
Their ankles!
Let the revolution begin!
- Prepare yourselves. - Get ready!
Barbarians! Now!
The painting...
Why is it so important?
You.
Finish what you started. Come on.
You're defenseless,
and I have a knife.
But I have a better idea.
I could treat your wounds
and feed you your own flesh for the rest of the month.
I'd cut carefully to keep you alive.
Then you'd be worthy of your Master.
But I won't.
I won't use my imagination to torture anyone.
You don't need to.
You've damned us all already.
They told me the dog was dangerous,
but I went ahead anyway.
If I could go back in time
and save him...
But you can't.
What are you looking for in the Pit?
Time.
I need time to forgive myself.
I need to escape.
To forget what I did.
I'm leaving.
Do you want to come with me?
No.
This has been the best month of my life.
We are prisoners of ourselves.
And from that,
there is no escape.
When we start to smell the gas,
that's when we'll do it.
But how will we stay awake?
If it works, they'll think we're dead.
But we'll wake up.
We'll let them take us out
with the dead bodies, and then...
we'll have to improvise.
What if it doesn't work?
We'll die.
I need to escape.
If I could go back in time...
I need to escape.
If I could go back in time, to save him...
I need to escape.
Save him.
Only they can ascend.
I won't abandon him.
Your journey is over, but he
will have another chance.
"Together, we departed, and together, we peregrinate."
"One luck and one fortune we shall share."
Your journey is over, my little snail.
She is the message.
She is the message.
You.
What are you doing here?
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella
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