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I Love Haibane Renmei

A dialogue taken from the last episode of Haibane Renmei:

REKI
Everytime I trusted someone, I always ended up being betrayed, so at some point, I stopped trusting everybody. So that I wouldn't have to get hurt, I became a stone.

Ironic, isn't it? If only I close my heart and pretend to be nice, everyone says I'm a good Haibane. They just don't know how dark and impure my heart is.

RAKKA
That's not true! You were always kind! I believe in you!

REKI
Rakka. You never realized, did you? How jealous I was of you.

RAKKA
You weren't . . .

REKI
Both of us were sin-bound, but you were forgiven. Everyone leaves me. When Kuu took the Dayof Flight, some part of me was jealous of her, and I absolutely despised myself for that.

RAKKA
That's not true! You came to look for me when I fell into the well! You took care of me and went to get the medicine for me! When I was in pain, you were always there for me!

REKI
That's right! And why do you think I did that?! I was only looking for salvation! Only when I was being useful to someone, only then could I forget about my sin! And the only thing I was thinking was that maybe God would come and forgive me someday!

RAKKA
Stop it! Stop it!

REKI
Rakka, to me, it didn't have to be you.

RAKKA
STOP IT!!

REKI
When I found your cocoon, I made a bet. I forced myself to believe that if this Haibane trusted me, I would be forgiven. That's why I acted so kind. It didn't matter who was born in the cocoon. It was all a lie. I didn't care about anything as long as I was forgiven. It was a mistake for you to trust me. Now you know, so get out! Get out!!

This is insane drama. This one scene alone reverberates with perhaps all of the action you'd ever see in the series, but for the minute or so that it lasts, the two main charcoal feathers, the young Rakka and Reki the painter, you see the extremes of the rock Reki (her name means the small pebble) has built around herself, and the gradual breaking of the meeker, trusting Rakka. This is the prelude to the climactic push where Rakka fulfills the ultimate meaning of her true name (the meddling nut), and breaks the older charcoal feather out of the deadly circle of sin (The one who recognizes his sin has no sin).

This is, truly, a magnificent show for meditation.

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