Captain, I wish to report a mutiny. I can name fingers and point names.
Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.
— Where's your corset? And no stockings.
— I'm against them.
— But you're not properly dressed.
— Who's to say what is proper? What if it was agreed that "proper" was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?
— Alice.
So few want to be rebels any more. And out of those few, most, like myself, scare easily.
There is a moment when you have to choose whether to be silent or to stand up.
— Hey, Johnny, what are you rebelling against?
— What've you got?
— What's going on? Young man, where do you think you're going? You walk out of here, you're suspended. Did you here what I said?
Patrick salutes the headmistress and leaves the school. The headmistress is about to search Patrick's backpack, but Catherine snatches it out.
— You have no right to go through this.
Catherine follows Patrick to the exit.
— Kat, come back here with that, or you're suspended, too.
— Then I guess I'm suspended.
Catherine goes outside and approaches Patrick, who has already got on his motorcycle. She hands him the backpack.
— This is yours.
Patrick takes his backpack and smiles broadly at Kat.
— You sure about this?
— No. But I'm doing this.
Catherine gets on her motorcycle and hugs Patrick.
— "Hold my hair".
— Excuse me?
— That's what you said to me at your party right before you hurled.
— Nice.
Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri…
Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana…