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105 - The Threads of the Spider's Story

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[00:11] ---
    When was it, exactly...
[00:16] ---
    ...that I stopped dreaming?
[00:25] ---
    Hoheo taralna.
[00:36] ---
    Are you trying to get away,
    after I was kind enough to save you?
[00:43] ---
    I won't let you.
[00:46] ---
    I won't let you go anywhere.
[00:53] ---
    Master.
[00:55] ---
    I'll bind you in my threads forever...
[01:03] ---
    "Alois Trancy"
[01:04] ---
    Bind you.
[01:17] ---
    An insect cage?
[01:19] ---
    Yes. I'll put this in it.
[01:21] ---
    I doubt it will fly away in
    that state, even without a cage.
[01:25] ---
    Are you talking back to me?
[01:27] ---
    No.
[01:28] ---
    Not just a cage. Flowers, too!
[01:31] ---
    So that when it's mad with thirst for nectar,
[01:34] ---
    it can drink as it pleases.
[01:37] ---
    Certainly.
[01:49] ---
    You lot are always whispering.
    Why is that, eh?
[01:55] ---
    They are both ill-bred and foul-tongued,
[01:58] ---
    so I've instructed them to conduct
    their conversations a bit more softly.
[02:02] ---
    "Ill-bred and foul-tongued"?
    Are you trying to goad me?
[02:07] ---
    Certainly not, Master.
[02:14] ---
    I don't know what you're
    thinking, and it annoys me!
[02:18] ---
    Speak up!
[02:21] ---
    It annoys me not to
    know what they're thinking.

[02:25] ---
    It annoys me.
[02:28] ---
    What is he thinking?
[02:35] ---
    Done.
[02:37] ---
    I'll take care of it, then.
[02:40] ---
    Can I be sure he'll never
    try to run away from me?

[02:46] ---
    Oh, how I want to rip off your wings.
[02:50] ---
    Then you'll be by my side forever...
[02:53] ---
    I've assembled the items
    you requested, Master.
[03:03] ---
    They're bluebells...
[03:05] ---
    In full bloom, just like in that garden...
[03:12] ---
    Master?
[03:14] ---
    Claude.
[03:15] ---
    Yes?
[03:16] ---
    How do you know me so well...?
[03:20] ---
    Do this for me forever, won't you?
[03:25] ---
    Yes, Master, for as long
    as you give me enjoyment.
[03:30] ---
    Terms of exchange.
[03:31] ---
    They're the law of this cheap garden.
[03:36] ---
    You lot are always whispering.
[03:37] ---
    "The Triplets"
[03:40] ---
    Why is that, eh?
[03:46] ---
    I don't know what you're
    thinking, and it annoys me!
[03:50] ---
    Speak up!
[03:59] ---
    The master's a total hysteric.
[04:01] ---
    So lame.
[04:02] ---
    Tell me about it.
[04:04] ---
    It's time for work. Carpet the
    master's chamber in crimson-red roses
[04:07] ---
    for the sad butterfly's play.
[04:12] ---
    Claude, you're a total drag.
[04:13] ---
    Think twice before you agree to that stuff.
[04:15] ---
    Do it yourself.
[04:17] ---
    A proper butler knows to
    delegate simpler jobs to other servants.
[04:23] ---
    One too eager to involve himself in
    everything is unworthy of the title.
[04:27] ---
    Is that so.
[04:28] ---
    Is that so-so.
[04:29] ---
    Your glasses are fogged up.
[04:36] ---
    Master's orders or not, I believe
    you may be speaking rather too loudly.
[04:41] ---
    Leave us alone.
[04:43] ---
    My hair grows clockwise from the whorl.
[04:45] ---
    My hair grows anticlockwise.
[04:56] ---
    The master really fancies Claude, yeah?
[04:59] ---
    I don't get the appeal.
[05:02] ---
    Miss Hannah is way more--
[05:04] ---
    Oh, it's Miss Hannah.
[05:09] ---
    I see you're talking today.
[05:12] ---
    Master's orders.
[05:14] ---
    We had no choice.
[05:15] ---
    It's wretched.
[05:16] ---
    The master's?
[05:18] ---
    Roses, I see.
[05:20] ---
    I'm sure this flower is a better choice.
[05:36] ---
    Miss Hannah's stacked.
[05:37] ---
    Rocket boobs.
[05:39] ---
    Jiggle, jiggle.
[05:41] ---
    I could seriously burn down this
    mansion if Miss Hannah didn't live here.
[05:45] ---
    Yeah, to ashes.
[05:46] ---
    In no time.
[05:51] ---
    I've assembled the items
    you requested, Master.
[06:01] ---
    We're the ones who assembled them.
[06:03] ---
    Credit stealer.
[06:04] ---
    The king of credit thieves.
[06:06] ---
    They're bluebells...
[06:07] ---
    In full bloom, just like in that garden...
[06:12] ---
    The master was crying, yeah?
[06:14] ---
    He was.
[06:15] ---
    He so was.
[06:17] ---
    But it was kinda cute, yeah?
[06:19] ---
    Yeah, it was.
[06:21] ---
    He was cute when he cried.
[06:23] ---
    I can hear you, you know.
[06:28] ---
    You're more irritating
    than gossiping old fishwives.
[06:32] ---
    Quit being bloody nuisances and pipe down!
[06:45] ---
    "Hannah Annafellows"
[06:46] ---
    I tell him.
[06:50] ---
    I speak to the master
    constantly, in my soul's voice.

[06:55] ---
    "Master, that is not the right path.
    The path you ought to walk is..."

[07:00] ---
    What are you doing?
[07:02] ---
    Making sure the master
    doesn't get lost in the forest.
[07:06] ---
    When I'm already here with him?
[07:08] ---
    That is what worries me.
[07:10] ---
    That he will be lost in the dank,
    unpleasant forest known as "Claude Faustus."
[07:15] ---
    If you betray him, Claude, I will...
[07:23] ---
    You think you're in a
    position to tell me that?
[07:27] ---
    You're nothing but a sheath. An empty hole.
[07:31] ---
    The only use for you is as a hole.
[07:33] ---
    Just a hole for the fellows... Annafellows.
[07:41] ---
    Know your place.
[07:44] ---
    Demon.
[07:49] ---
    Claude, you are not the
    one who ought to be there.

[07:53] ---
    The one who ought to be in your place is...
[07:57] ---
    Luka Macken...
[08:07] ---
    See that swing? I played there with Brother!
[08:10] ---
    Brother can swing standing up!
[08:13] ---
    He says it's not scary! Amazing, huh?!
[08:17] ---
    Those kids'll be all gone
    tonight, won't they?
[08:20] ---
    Yes.
[08:25] ---
    Know what? There used
    to be lots of bluebells here.
[08:31] ---
    Brother and I used them to dress up as girls!
[08:35] ---
    We put them in our hair.
    It was so much fun...
[08:42] ---
    Claude... you don't know.
[08:49] ---
    A demon's only path to
    joy is through suffering.

[08:59] ---
    Roses, I see.
[09:01] ---
    I'm sure this flower is a better choice.
[09:16] ---
    Blue flowers blooming at a remembered home.
[09:25] ---
    In the language of flowers,
    the bluebell means...

[09:30] ---
    ...an eternal bond.
[09:32] ---
    "Claude Faustus"
[09:37] ---
    Did it die?
[09:40] ---
    Here one second, gone the next.
    It didn't even last a day.
[09:44] ---
    Take revenge!
[09:46] ---
    On the spider that did
    this to you--on Alois Trancy--
[09:53] ---
    take revenge so vicious
    it gnaws right through me.
[09:56] ---
    Live!
[09:58] ---
    An unstable soul.
[10:00] ---
    Alois Trancy, the blond soul
    that obsesses the demon's sheath.
[10:07] ---
    Highly interesting, I must admit.
[10:10] ---
    However...
[10:13] ---
    I require more heat...
[10:22] ---
    No! Claude, where are you?!
[10:25] ---
    Claude!
[10:26] ---
    Master!
[10:32] ---
    Don't!
[10:33] ---
    Master?
[10:34] ---
    Don't, Claude! You'll burn!
[10:37] ---
    But Master...
[10:38] ---
    Don't burn, Claude!
[10:41] ---
    Water.
[10:45] ---
    Don't burn...
[10:53] ---
    The fire is out. It's all right now.
[10:56] ---
    We'll have the room back
    to normal before you know it.
[10:59] ---
    I... wanted to burn it.
[11:03] ---
    To give the butterfly proper funeral rites.
[11:08] ---
    Funeral?
[11:10] ---
    But the fire spread...
[11:16] ---
    "Burn it." "Don't burn."
    His soul wavers like a flame.

[11:22] ---
    Master, I love how heated you are.
[11:28] ---
    I love it as well.
[11:32] ---
    I don't particularly love it.
[11:33] ---
    Yeah, no love here.
[11:34] ---
    I'd be willing to, a little.
[11:39] ---
    I love it.
[11:42] ---
    As long as your soul burns red-hot...
[11:46] ---
    It really is back to normal.
[11:49] ---
    Come, master. Best to retire
    before the rude morning sun is upon us.
[11:55] ---
    Stay with me.
[11:56] ---
    Yes, Your Highness.
[11:58] ---
    Sit there.
[12:02] ---
    Say... am I entertaining?
[12:05] ---
    Yes, very.
[12:07] ---
    How much?
[12:14] ---
    This much.
[12:17] ---
    What a bore.
[12:21] ---
    You're impertinent, for such a bore.
[12:27] ---
    Get off your high horse and don't say
    "as long as you give me enjoyment."
[12:31] ---
    Don't say "as long as." That's stingy.
[12:39] ---
    If you burn so fiercely, you'll
    burn right out in no time, my master.
[12:51] ---
    For the first time in a
    long while, I had a dream.

[12:54] ---
    The butterfly caught in the
    spider's web had no wings.

[12:59] ---
    And that butterfly...
[13:02] ---
    ...was me.
[13:03] ---
    "The Threads of the Spider's Design"
[13:03] ---
    With cold tears filling your eyes
[13:06] ---
    With cold tears filling your eyes
[13:08] ---
    When the time is ripe
[13:13] ---
    You shall cut through the
    darkness in search of the light

[13:25] ---
    A rose madder song stains your heart
[13:35] ---
    Like the melody that dies
    too eagerly, longing for eternity

[13:49] ---
    In the stillness of the
    twinkling sky lies my garden

[14:00] ---
    One day you will arrive
[14:06] ---
    Beyond the shoreline
[15:13] ---
    The darkness guarding
    the moon whispers a lullaby

[15:24] ---
    Until the uncrying child's
    eyes are wet with dreams

[15:35] ---
    Farewell
[15:38] ---
    Because you and I can never meet again
[15:46] ---
    I am adoring, I am distraught
[15:52] ---
    As though the night
    pierces straight through my heart

[16:00] ---
    In the stillness of the
    twinkling sky lies your house

[16:11] ---
    Past the darkness where the moon sets
[16:16] ---
    Is the narrow road
[16:29] ---
    Back to the source