alternis

  • Datz: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
  • Agnès: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back.
  • Edea: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
  • Alternis: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 15 years!
  • Tiz: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
  • Ringabel: Mental stability, my old friend!
  • Proprietess: Kids, could you lighten up a little?

My rough translation of various scenes in the Pocketbook of R where Ringabel either thinks about Alternis or interacts with him.

Not sure if anyone has done a translation of the Pocketbook of R, but I had fun doing this. I love Ringabel and Alternis!

Again disclaimer that this is not 100% accruate. 

Spoilers(?) below. 

1. Ringabel on Alternis
(Speaking of which, Alternis Dim may look cold, but he is actually very emotional…) He proposed to Edea in the middle of battle and, having been rejected off hand, became really riled up. He was surprisingly expressive. What a strange man. That person is beyond a doubt “another me”. It’s strange for me to think of him this way, but both he and I are probably a side of my true self.

2. Ringabel on why Edea didn’t recognize him/Alternis
…I felt a bit lonely [at Edea’s response].
When I was Alternis Dim, you [Edea] and I were close. Although I am using the same dark knight skills and have the same voice as Alternis, you still didn’t recognize me. I feel sorry for Alternis too.
Well, I had been hiding my face. My personality and the way I spoke were different too. I suppose it can’t be help.


3. Alternis revealed himself to Ringabel
I saw him in the crowd. 

“Alternis, you came.”

I called him. He walked towards me, and said, “I wanted to speak with you.”

“With me? What for?”

“First, I wanted to give you my thanks. The Grand Marshal and Edea were able to reconcile because of you. There were a number of things, but I thank you for that.”

“Oh, that…Even if I don’t do anything, those two will understand each other some day.”

It’s true. I wanted to say, but left those words unsaid. Instead, I asked, “You said first, you wanted to give me your thanks. Is there something else?”

“Yes, about this.” Alternis said, and lifted his hand to his helm. He took it off and showed me his face.

It was the same face as mine. Although his mouth was covered by a mask, his eyes and hair were the same.

(We have confronted each other a number of times. It is impossible for him not to notice.)

He probably was wondering why and came to ask me about it. Alternis put his helm back on.

“You saw, right. You look exactly like me. Why?”

“Who knows. Three people can look the same. It’s not that unusual.”

I said, dodging his question.

Even if I told the truth, no one would believe me. So instead I asked further.

“Alternis, there is something that has been bothering me for a while. Why did you not ask about this when we first met? Did you not notice that I look the same as you?”

“So you noticed…Well, I don’t really understand either.”

Alternis responded, and continued to consider.

“I did think that it was odd, but for some reason it looks right when you are standing beside Edea. It’s like a scene coming out of a dream…”

“…Is that so.”

Although his response was vague, somehow I understood what he meant.

I, we, had been wishing for this all along. To fight alongside Edea. To fight together for the same ideal.

Having crossed countless worlds, our wish came true. Perhaps that was why he accepted it. I had a feeling that Alternis was smiling behind his mask.

“This is all I’m here for. Take care of Edea." 

Alternis said and turned away. I saw him off.

Se fossi una sola e non mille forse sarebbe tutto piรน semplice: incontrare gli altri, parlare con loro, innamorarsi, farsi conoscere, lasciarsi accarezzare, lasciarsi aiutare. Se fossi come quelli che “io sono cosรฌ, mi piace questa musica qui, queste cose non le mangio, certi film non li guardo e mi vesto in questo modo, mai in un altro” forse sarebbe tutto meno faticoso. Se fossi come quelle persone che “sono un tipo schietto” o “sono un tipo riservato” o ancora “non so stare da solo”. E invece io da sola ci sto bene e ci sto male, amo e odio tutto con la stessa intensitร  a giorni alterni, sono timida e sfacciata, triste e felice insieme, ironica e permalosa. Sono un groviglio di parole facili, ma che messe insieme diventano difficili da comprendere. Sono un ammasso di scuse e di vorrei. Scuse poco plausibili, vorrei molto resistenti. Sono da tacchi alti e scarpe da tennis, da rock e da pop, sono romantica e cinica, sono resistente agli urti, ma immensamente fragile. Sono confusa, molto. Ho provato a trovare il mio posto nel mondo, davvero: l'ho cercato in un bacio rubato, nell'abbraccio dei miei genitori, sulla spiaggia poco prima che spuntasse il sole, in una discoteca affollata, nel silenzio di una notte che nevicava come Dio la mandava, ma niente. Mi trovo un po’ ovunque, ma troppi pezzi di me restano indietro, chissร  dove. Quando sono innamorata sono sempre incazzata, e io mi innamoro spesso-di tutto-e altrettanto spesso mi assale il vuoto. Il vuoto mi fa paura piรน del buio, piรน dei ragni, piรน dei cimiteri quando c'รจ il sole pieno, piรน dell'idea di non saper amare. Non vorrei scomparire, che non c'entra nulla, o forse sรฌ, perchรฉ invece certi giorni vorrei essere invisibile. Vorrei far pace con me stessa e restare, o trovare qualcosa che mi obblighi a farlo. Magari poi, io, magari io-a restare-potrei anche essere brava. Per ora di me, invece, so solo questo: m'innamoro andando via.
—  Susanna Casciani