human
Garfiel:  Another was ten years of age, give or take, and she was a girl with delicate, silky, beautiful golden hair—his older sister, Frederica. And standing facing the two of them was a woman with golden hair in a triple braid, her eyes downcast with a gentle look on her face. She was holding a young child against her chest.
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Garfiel:  "—M-Mom." The sight of his mother and Garfiel’s younger self made a weak voice trickle out of his throat. However, the tiny voice with which he called his mother did not reach, failing to affect the scene in any way. Of course it didn’t. No one could change or interfere with the past.
human
Garfiel:  As Garfiel trembled and stood rooted to the spot, his mother and Ryuzu exchanged words. And yet, the contents of the words and the reactions to those words—nothing reached Garfiel at all. Ryuzu’s sense of loneliness, Frederica’s feelings as she held back tears, the thoughts of their weakly smiling, seemingly conflicted mother, or even his innocently smiling, idiotic younger self—none of it was conveyed to him, for this was Garfiel’s memory of the time. The conversation could not be replayed, because the young Garfiel had no memory of it.
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Garfiel:  The silent projection repeated itself over and over, as if to rub in that he was powerless and far too late.
human
Garfiel:  “…Either way, no doubtin’ it was a stupid argument in the first place.” Considering what happened afterward, he could guess what they were talking about. His mother was trying to abandon the forest to go to the outside world, and Ryuzu and Frederica were trying to stop her. Garfiel was the only one with a blissfully ignorant look, thinking only of his happiness at being embraced by his mother. Youth was his excuse for not realizing he was watching his mother go off to her death—
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Garfiel:  "—!! You shitty brat! !" Seeing the smile on his younger self’s face, Garfiel angrily thrust his claws forward. He wanted to rip the guy to shreds—his past self that was ignorant and powerless to do anything but watch. And yet, his claws passed right through the young child, and right through the arms of the mother who held him. He stomped the ground, trying to send it flying as if to kill off his past. The blessing did not activate. —He could not interfere with the past. That was the absolute rule of the Trial.
human
Garfiel:  "Then…then why?! Why show me this scene, damn it?! !" What Trial? What past? What Witch of Greed testing ground? Nothing changed. Nothing could change. His mother was dead. He was weak, able to save nothing. Nothing. Was that just how it was? Was this all there was to the world? Was the Trial there to teach him that?
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Garfiel:  He went down on one knee. The actresses playing out the tragedy of the past did not notice Garfiel kneeling.