Citizen: Guillotine! Put 'em on the guillotine!
Citizen: Be beheaded and know the evil you have done up to now!
Citizen: Guillotine! Guillotine! Guillotine! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!
Sanson: ...Whoa. You seemed to be having a nightmare. What happened?
Fujimaru 1: The dream, just now...
Sanson: Maybe you dreamed about me? Really, I was just recalling the past now, too.
Sanson: ...My life is a repeat of what you saw. There are no regrets. None obviously.
Sanson: I mean, an executioner wielding a sword with regret would be something below a packhorse.
Sanson: I send criminals to heaven, without an instant of pain, to enable them to travel freely to their death.
Sanson: Executioners are the blades of the state at all times. It wouldn't work any other way.
Sanson: This is because the law can be bent at any time. If it declares a criminal innocent, that's fine too.
Sanson: They merely slipped through a loophole of the law. As long as nobody gives up, the criminal will still be punished someday.
Sanson: But–the law punishes the innocent at times. This was especially prominent in the French Revolution.
Fujimaru 1: Innocent people were killed?
Sanson: That's right.
Sanson: ...Their crime, if any, was being born.
Sanson: That child died simply because he served a man that should be executed.
Sanson: Considering that, though there still are loopholes, the fact that the act of punishing the innocent has became rare
Sanson: should be something welcomed.
Sanson: ...Oh, sorry. I apparently disturbed your slumber.
Sanson: I pray that you have sweet dreams. Well, good night.
Sanson: Oh, is it Mash and Master? What happened?
Sanson: ...That's right. It's definitely strange here. It looks like... France, but not the Paris I grew up in.
Mash: I can't specify the place. It appears that I can't communicate with the Doctor either.
Mash: We may have been flown off to another era during the Rayshift.
Mash: Let's ask what's going on in the city, first.
Mash: There may be a Singularity, and we may be able to return if we fix that.
Sanson: Oh, you're here, too? ...Yeah, it's as you say, Mash.
Sanson: Let's move onward, Master. We just might find something.
Soldier: Quiet! You're guilty! Proceed with the execution!
Sanson: What'd you say...You stop it. It's impossible to have an execution without a trial!
Soldier: Who're you? You, a townsman, dare to defy us!?
Soldier: Gosh. These uneducated morons! I shall execute you, in the name of the King.
Soldier: No need for excuses. We shall judge you!
Sanson: ...Right. How lucky. You said excuses are useless, and there's no room for discussion, right?
Sanson: "Thanks for making this easy for me." I feel like my soul is defiled simply by talking to you.
Sanson: Permission to fight, Master. I'll ask these soldiers where the true crime lies.
Sanson: We're good. They are unable to fight for now. Let's free the citizens at once.
Fujimaru 1: What if they're criminals?
Fujimaru 2: What if they're guilty?
Sanson: ...Be that as it may, the law is the law. The area should be arranged for an execution, at least.
Sanson: Not believing their innocence while helping them... I must say I feel quite contradictory.
Soldier: So we're done with all executions, right?
Soldier: Not yet. You still have this child.
Sanson: –That's enough.
Soldier: ...Why do you stop us?
Sanson: ...er! It's obvious, isn't it!
Sanson: That's not the law or an execution! Just one-sided, unreasonable slaughter!
Soldier: –You were involved, too, weren't you? Charles-Henri Sanson.
Soldier: Right. You're in no position to say that.
Soldier: In the name of the King. In the name of the government.
Soldier: How many men did you kill? How many men did you punish?
Soldier: ...There were many innocent people among them, I bet.
Soldier: IT IS YOUR FAULT!
Sanson: ...I know. I do know. I know that!
Sanson: But, execution and murder are different! No, they have to be different!
Sanson (?): –Well, can you explain the difference?
Sanson: ...Er!? Are you–me?
Sanson (?): Am I you?
Sanson (?): You became a Servant. Do you kill somebody with your own free-will?
Sanson (?): Or will you obey your Master–conform to the law, and execute someone?
Sanson: I am... I am...
Fujimaru 1: Sanson won't murder anymore.
Fujimaru 2: Sanson is an executioner.
Sanson (?): This man was once greatly confused in France, and murdered many men.
Sanson (?): How can you say he won't follow the same path again?
Fujimaru 1: As long as I'm the Master.
Sanson (?): If you're going to go that far, Master, I shall put that resolve to the test.
Sanson (?): Whether or not "Sanson" can truly overcome it–!
Sanson (?): ...Hmph. You're that determined, Master?
Sanson (?): That's fine, then. Though I have yet to assess whether I can place my blade of trust with you–
Sanson (?): First, let's show you what I can do as an executioner.
Sanson: Hey there. Were you dreaming?
Sanson: ...Probably. I was dreaming myself.
Sanson: ...Still no end to my worries. No, my agony haunts me even now, after death.
Sanson: Nevertheless, I offer my strength to you for believing in me then.
Sanson: Because that's all that I can do now–