Marion Snow: — The briefcase. The train station. I threw you the case. Where'd you put it? Where'd you put it? Mace? You remember the package?... In the train station.
Mace: — True blue, Union... Union... True blue, Union... No. True blue. Union stew.
Emilie Warnock: — Some people just unravel. Now you're asking a crazy man where he hid a briefcase.
Mace: — Green. Beans. Lock, lockers, locker. Green. Green gloppy, stocker, stocker.
Marion Snow: — Mace. Mace. Yeah. Remember the case? Where 'd you put it? I threw it to you on the train. Case. Where'd you put it?
Mace: — Green. Well, locked, clock. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. Green, gloppy, lullaby.
Emilie Warnock: — What briefcase?
Mace: — I see you. I see you. I foresee you. I foresee you. I see you. I foresee you.
When we go headlong into memories, we lose touch with the present. The brighter the memory, the happier our past seems, but one day these memories turn into hatred and then we lose the ability to move forward into the future. Heavy chains, whose name is "revenge", bind our hearts. Tears of sorrow cover our eyes...
Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am.
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies.
We will be remembered as in "Brother" — Bodrova!
We’ve tried it all, tried everything but giving in
I refuse to throw all that we have away
I still recall, I still remember better days
The endless search goes on to light the fire again
We can make a difference here
Just close your eyes and take this hand, my dear
Just hold your breath and let me dry your tears.
Even if it’s been a while, you should remember your comrades faces. Why? Because otherwise you will hurt their feelings when they call out to you.
Episode 33
I was not joking or anything, but nothing good would happen if I were to try to persuade her by replying with something like, "no, really. My memory is like zero, so it is basically zero. I am scum. Sometimes I forget my own name. Forgetting would be alright but sometimes I remember it wrong. So in that case my memory is not zero, it is negative. When I was in elementary school, I wrote the name of the girl sitting next to me on an exam, and then answered everything wrong and caused her to get a zero, that is how stupid I am." I felt like it was better to be considered a joker than an inconceivable fool, so I simply said, "perhaps."
Parmi ces mains, la tienne
Emerge de l’histoire
Et se souvient de moi.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.