So, being in a generous mood, I decided to translate more of Melty Blood Actress Again for you plebeians. All of it involves the new villain, Dust of Osiris. Enjoy.
Riesbyfe scenario ending:
Riesbyfe: There's no sound. Where am I? This is not Misaki. No, this doesn't even match any place in the world. This is almost as if...
Dust of Osiris: This is the result of humanity’s absolute hatred, the inevitable future filled with nothing but death that this planet possesses. Involved is the Crimson Moon summoned by the True Ancestor to defeat the Night of Wallachia. That which I have been seeking, the Black Land to return to. CEASING RECALCULATION. I acknowledge your ability in destroying the Night of Wallachia, but I cannot understand why a part of my defensive system is interrupting my reperformance. Not even the Dead Apostle Ancestor that has escaped my will involved himself further.
Riesbyfe: So you’re Sion… No, actually, the remnants of Sion, absorbed by Tatari. This Tatari isn't Zephia's, but a new Tatari you started? The reason why Michael Roa Valdamjong was recreated?
Dust of Osiris: Yes. It is a reperformance of the "Hologram Summer" the Night of Wallachia ran. I am recreating the Tatari that had been one step away from the Sixth and correcting only its conclusion. I released you as a factor in doing so, yet why do you approach me in hostility? I programmed you to not approach the processing unit, Hermes, my main body.
Riesbyfe: Your program must have gone haywire somewhere along the way. No, it might have been her wish. Not the Sion that tried to use me as a defense mechanism but the Sion before she became you. Her desire was the destruction of Tatari. There is no way she would allow the birth of a superior Tatari after defeating Wallachia.
Dust of Osiris: That thinking is mistaken. I became like this of my own will. The goal of Sion Eltnam Atlasia is the protection of the future. The prediction of the future for the purpose of protecting humanity from unavoidable destruction and the acquisition of a method of salvation from it were her ambitions. I was birthed for that purpose. I was appointed Tatari and became one of the 27 Ancestors for that purpose. I am the bird of the underworld. The Dust of Osiris. The giant of Atlas, preserving mankind perfectly.
Riesbyfe: ...My God. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you’d be the type that would end up brooding all by herself, but Sion… You're wrong! If you're going to be a machine, then it's fine to work for the sake of others, but that form of yours is still one of a human being. Then, the first step you have to take is to find your own happiness. A thing that can't comprehend a human being shouldn't be going on saying that it will save humanity.
Dust of Osiris: Those foolish, petty emotions are what destroyed you humans. It is a pity, you were a superb defense mechanism, but you broke down in the end. Enough, I am taking back the mechanism that I loaned to your body.
Riesbyfe: No doubt. I will return it all right. Not just your mechanism, but this entire mistaken system, every single fragment of it, to nothingness. Come at me, Dust of Osiris. Your empty theories will come to an end here!
Dust of Osiris: Ah, Aaaahhh… the Philosopher's Stone... is melting... The water of life that heals even death and vampirism… I wanted to make it to save my... No, to save you… It’s…
Riesbyfe: ...You were having an awful dream, and yet it hadn’t been a nightmare for even a minute. You'd been haunted by a nearly endless dream all this twisted time, hadn't you, Sion?
Dust of Osiris: Riesbyfe? Oh… I forgot… I need to apologize to you. I'd been heroically saved by you, but I still ended up being such a disappointment. I've been made into a vampire by Wallachia and.…….. Aah, you're piercing my heart... Thank God. I may be just an insignificant fragment of Sion, the real one is still fighting against her vampirism, but… At least… even the likes of me gets to be killed by you.
Riesbyfe: ...Yes. I'm sorry, Sion. This is the second time I've done this to you.
Dust of Osiris: No, it's better this way, Riesbyfe, guardian knight chosen by the holy shield… You followed through on your namesake so perfectly and protected my soul to the very end…
Riesbyfe: If that's true, then I'm glad. Now… go to sleep, Sion… This time, you won't be snatched by the bad dreams of a long deceased madman and his mistaken program.
Dust of Osiris. Yes… Good night, Ries. May you also have good....
Riesbyfe: ...…This time I'll fall into a sleep with dreams… There won't be another curtain call. This one night nightmare is finally over... I'm getting tired too… With this… Roa ought to disappear… I was just a little worried about what was going to come next, but that Executor and the True Ancestor ought to do the job... Goodbye, Sion. If such a thing can be granted, I wish that I can see you again after this darkness...
Ciel scenario ending:
Ciel: The converging of a Reality Marble...!? No, this is different. This isn't an internal landscape, this really is what the world will look like after it's destroyed… Impossible. That would make it on the level of a Marble Phantasm. Only True Ancestors have those. Even among the 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors, I heard that the only one who could use it was the Water Demon Sumire.
Dust of Osiris: That is correct, Executor. Marble Phantasms can only be used by those who are part of Gaia, the True Ancestors, those who possess the touch of the world. This is the future extracted from that. A mere smear on the face of the planet, processed and carried only slightly by myself.
Ciel: For a mere smear on the world, it sure does have a strong sense of reality. This is a Thaumaturgical theory… It’s a world egg. The inside of the egg and the outside... If this world is completed by you and the egg finishes incubating, what is inside and outside of this cursed place will be switched. The inside will be “birthed.” This is one of the great forbidden spells; fantasy isn't invading reality, but reality is being sealed in fantasy, and for you to construct a formula complicated enough to be able to do all this, you must be Tatari, and that means you’re the one who recreated Roa!
Dust of Osiris: Yes, I am the Dust of Osiris, the one who shall use the Philosopher's Stone to achieve the ultimate protection of humanity. I am different from the Night of Wallachia, but our goal is the same. That said, merge with the Philosopher's Stone and become my terminal, Executor. It must have been fate that the Dead Apostle Ancestor lead you to me, your superior circuits are meant to be utilized.
Ciel: You and Wallachia are definitely the same. I don't know who you are, and your goal of saving us humans? Well, that's probably true, but you're still the same. You're still a vampire starving for blood just like he was.
Dust of Osiris: I cannot understand. You claim that I am the same as the Night of Wallachia? I, who haven't even harmed even one person yet?
Ciel: Yes, there is no difference between someone that causes a Tatari to kill and someone that causes a Tatari after it has killed. Your mistake was in foolishly attempting to utilize Roa, an Ancestor that Zephia specifically avoided recreating. He gained his own will back and went on a rampage, exposing you to me. You don't get any pleasure from murder, but you're doing the same thing. No, the sin of your mass killing is even graver by not dirtying your own hands.
Dust of Osiris: You speak logic to me with emotions? Very well. Become consumed by my red water and made into a living circuit. See with your own eyes the end of the world while bearing the karma of man.
Ciel: Tatari has been completely destroyed, meaning the destruction of the road to everlasting human prosperity that Zephia Eltnam had constructed... Dust of Osiris, your skill in creating the Philosopher’s Stone so well, the most basic, primal, and ultimate goal of alchemy, was superb, but we still probably aren't ready for it yet. Now then, on to the next directive. Even if Tatari is gone, there's still a lot of stuff to clean up. I don't have time to rest. Taking care of The Dead hiding in this city could take half a year; Roa really got busy. After that... it'd be about time for me to settle my score with her... Well, when that happens, it’ll happen. Right now, it's time for me to complete my immediate duties… and there's always the chance, if there really is any hope of it occurring… maybe, by some mistake, there might be a day when I can coexist with her…
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