“I’ll have your ring for you, if you want to come back.” Juri waited, expecting Utena to answer, hoping she’d even give the smallest indication of such a possibility.
“Don’t bother. I’ll never duel again.”
She stood at Ohtori’s gates, thinking that she’d never have seen the day that she would leave. But the pressure to fight the duels, to protect Himemiya, to revolutionize a world that did not seem to care for her, it was all too much for her to take any longer. Wakaba had gotten hurt, and it had been all her fault. The best thing she could do would be to end it all, or at least leave forever.
The dueling bells chimed before she could cross the threshold, and voices called out from the shadows. “Oh brave hero, don’t you know? You’re the only hope any of them have…” She set down her suitcase and reluctantly made her way to the forest.
Up the stairs, the hundreds and hundreds of steps. The scene she found was horrifying - Nanami had been thrown off to the side, both her saber and dagger out of reach. Anthy herself was now fighting off the greatest threat Ohtori had seen yet with the sword of Dios, but the monster was beginning to get the better of her.
“There’s something only you can do, Utena. All I can do before I die is this, but you have a choice.” She turned to her right to see Saionji, wearing his apron, watering a patch of watermelons. Closing her eyes, trying to erase the horrors and the absurdity she’d just witnessed, trying only to get a grip on her own reality and feelings, Utena suddenly found herself in a train car. Himemiya sat across from her, staring calmly.
“Did you try to understand your father, Utena?”
“My… What the hell are you talking about, Himemiya? My parents have been dead for years.”
Anthy’s face remained expressionless. “Get in the arena, Utena.”
A sob escaped the reluctant Prince, her head in her hands. “I don’t want to!”
Anthy’s inflection took on urgency, anger, feelings Utena had never seen or heard her express. A light flashed from somewhere, reflecting brightly off the lenses of her glasses.
“Get in the fucking arena.”