|The Tower of Rebirth|
Deep darkness without even a trace of light. How much time has passed
since I was cast into this darkness...? An eternity, but it also seems
like an instant. All my senses are numbed and I can't feel a thing. What
of my body? It's like it's floating in mid-air. Have I retained my
sanity? Did I go insane long ago?”
some amazing internal monologue in the prison that requires little
commentary from me.
all this emptiness only one thing is vivid. Only him. Like lightning on
a dark night, he rises up within me, blazing. And again and again like a
tidal wave, an infinite number of feelings surge upon me. Malice,
friendship, jealousy, futility, regret, tenderness, sorrow, pain,
hunger... So many recurring, yearning feelings.”
giant swirl of violent emotions in which none are definite but all are
implied. That alone is the bond which keeps my consciousness from
vanishing amidst the numbness.”
truth, Guts was the only thing
why is it when it comes to him, I always lose my composure? He was the
reason I've been thrown into this darkness, and now he's the sole
sustenance keeping me alive. Out of so many thousands of comrades and
tens of thousands of enemies, why just him? How long ago did someone I
was supposed to have in hand instead gain such a strong hold on me?”
endless play begun so long ago on the cobblestone of the back alley.
That pilgrimage to claim what to me was the most sacred piece of junk*.
But now, as he shines so glaring within me, the junk grows dull.
* Griffith does not belittle the castle by calling it "junk." This is the
first time we see Griffith talking about his dream in his own head, and he
still thinks of it in childhood terminology. Since he play fought with
other kids over junk treasures, to him, the castle is "the most sacred
piece of junk."
DISCLAIMER: Berserk and all the characters, story, and art therein is copyright Kentaro Miura. No copyright infringement is intended, and I hope that this essay inspires more people to read/watch Berserk! Translation in the text is by Dark Horse, translation in the images is by The Band of the Hawk, unless otherwise specified.