And she realizes, with a sudden start, that she can't answer that question. To answer it would be to...to ruin something inside, to admit to...to what?
"Because..."
But soon, you will become a woman, and you'll forget about this day.
I won't!
"Because I have to prove it."
The words come as if from a dense fog, and Utena sounds almost dazed, as if waking from a deep sleep. She had to prove it. It didn't matter...if Mami, if anyone thought she was as good as a prince. As good wasn't good enough. It wasn't the same as being one. It wasn't the same as really having strength or nobility. It wasn't the same. And if she was meant to...to save anyone, to meet her Prince, well... "I have to prove it." And there is something firm and final in her voice now. But there is something else there, something hidden and closed-off, far away. She doesn’t know why she has to prove it, or to whom. She just knows it’s necessary, some primordial and half-formed desire. Even if princes weren’t...perfect.
I cannot help her any longer.
And an image flashes through her mind, of her prince. But he hadn’t been the brave and handsome prince she remembered in foggy daydreams. He had been young, not much older than her. And so tired...his eyes. They’d been so tired. She shakes her head as if to clear it, and some of the light returns to her eyes. This conversation has made her uncomfortable, and the tenseness is felt in her embrace of Mami - her shoulders are drawn taut, the muscles in her arms are tight and unyielding. Her psyche carefully repairs itself - she begins to rationalize her thoughts. This was just the result of that awful, disturbing dream. Her imagination was getting ahead of her. Her attention slowly returns to Mami, and she latches onto the new topic, too bothered by her muddled memories to want to delve deeper into them. “I just have to, that's all." And then the subject is quickly dropped in favor of a new curiosity. "You said that before...about a ring. Is that the same thing that makes you a magical girl?”
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And she realizes, with a sudden start, that she can't answer that question. To answer it would be to...to ruin something inside, to admit to...to what?
"Because..."
But soon, you will become a woman, and you'll forget about this day.
I won't!
"Because I have to prove it."
The words come as if from a dense fog, and Utena sounds almost dazed, as if waking from a deep sleep. She had to prove it. It didn't matter...if Mami, if anyone thought she was as good as a prince. As good wasn't good enough. It wasn't the same as being one. It wasn't the same as really having strength or nobility. It wasn't the same. And if she was meant to...to save anyone, to meet her Prince, well... "I have to prove it." And there is something firm and final in her voice now. But there is something else there, something hidden and closed-off, far away. She doesn’t know why she has to prove it, or to whom. She just knows it’s necessary, some primordial and half-formed desire. Even if princes weren’t...perfect.
I cannot help her any longer.
And an image flashes through her mind, of her prince. But he hadn’t been the brave and handsome prince she remembered in foggy daydreams. He had been young, not much older than her. And so tired...his eyes. They’d been so tired. She shakes her head as if to clear it, and some of the light returns to her eyes. This conversation has made her uncomfortable, and the tenseness is felt in her embrace of Mami - her shoulders are drawn taut, the muscles in her arms are tight and unyielding. Her psyche carefully repairs itself - she begins to rationalize her thoughts. This was just the result of that awful, disturbing dream. Her imagination was getting ahead of her. Her attention slowly returns to Mami, and she latches onto the new topic, too bothered by her muddled memories to want to delve deeper into them. “I just have to, that's all." And then the subject is quickly dropped in favor of a new curiosity. "You said that before...about a ring. Is that the same thing that makes you a magical girl?”