86 Eighty Six Quotes

Giving up because you know a dream can never come true and simply sitting and waiting for fate to claim you... Or fighting against fate and crying out against the dying light, even though you know that dream will never be realized. Those are decidedly different things.

If we have to die, we’ll live each day without regrets—always smiling in the face of death. That was our one and only form of resistance.

[On hearing that 86% of gay teens have experienced harassment] Eighty-six percent? Eighty-six per-fuckin-cent WERE harassed?! That means fourteen per-fuckin-cent WEREN'T harassed? WHAT?! At MY school a hundred percent of the children - gay, straight, transgendered, bi, sell... or trade - WERE harassed. She's saying that fourteen percent of the gay students were NOT harassed? That seems impossible. At MY school any one of us would have sucked Elton John's COCK at a mandatory school assembly for a fourteen percent chance of NOT being harassed.

consider it human nature for people to sacrifice others to save themselves. But it’s also human nature to fight to protect one’s home and the people they hold dear.

commander of the rescue forces would go on to tell the Republic’s president and high officers, “If you hated colors that much, you may as well have dyed your flag white.

He may have had the face of a coldhearted Reaper and a blunt, indifferent attitude… But Shin was so wonderfully, awfully kind. So much that it hurt.

Raiden forcibly cheered himself up by thinking about finding Shin and smacking him senseless.

…If we have to kill children because they’re unfamiliar to us… Because of a one in a million chance they might be a threat… If that’s what humankind has to do to survive, then we deserve to be wiped out.

his raison d’être was to never flee in the face of death.

If we have to die, we’ll live each day without regrets—always smiling in the face of death. That

Even if the world you see isn’t beautiful… Even if the human world is cruel… If you can still have hope in spite of that…

Having something to lose would just be a distraction. Having something to hold dear would just cause him to hesitate. If he didn’t cut away all the things that were unnecessary for battle…he would never survive.

Those who are kind are entitled to be happy. Those who are just ought to be rewarded. And if the human world isn’t made that way right now, then I want it to be that way… Because that’s how people make their ideals a reality—little by little.

The Eighty-Six weren’t buried in graves. There could be no graves when there were no casualties. Even collecting their remains was forbidden. Pigs masquerading as humans were denied the right to rest in peace, or even the right to mourn their dead comrades.

they are a nation of fools that clung to the empty rhetoric of being a democratic republic of equal rights for all, even as they generalized every other race but their own as Colorata. Distinction leads to discrimination, and discrimination leads to persecution.

humankind built a large tower to reach God’s seat in the heavens. This ambition incurred God’s wrath, who then placed a curse upon humankind, forcing them to speak in different tongues. This caused the creation of multiple languages and became the source of human conflict.

Democracy does not enable the majority to treat the minority however it wishes! Our national policy, the values of the five-hued flag, apply to everyone equally, and that was the basis for our constitution! How can we even pretend to be a Republic if we can’t even follow that?!

I never doubted that you’d reach our final destination. I worried that contacting you or coming to see you would make it seem like I didn’t believe you could do it on your own.” “You remembered.” “Of course I did.” Shin said it with his usual placid tone, as if it was nothing at all, but there were no other words in the world that could have made Lena happier. He’d remembered—he’d believed in her and that she would catch up to them someday. Lena bit her lip. If there was ever a time to say what needed to be said, it was now, and if she didn’t take the opportunity, she’d likely never be brave enough again.

to keep conscripted soldiers from deserting. They would introduce a young girl—around an age appropriate to play the soldiers’ little sister or daughter—into the squadron, giving her shelter and food, all the while trying to have them form a makeshift family. The hope was that the soldiers would be inspired to continue fighting, even to the death, all to protect their beloved “daughter.

Well gee, this thing sure is convenient. You gotta make sure to always have it on you—you can’t connect to the other person if they’ve got it turned off—and you gotta manually input phone numbers to register them.

You should know to treat livestock as livestock. You simply cannot get those barbarian Eighty-Six to understand human ideals and nobility. It only makes sense that we confine them to their cages and manage their lives.

The Republic abolished the class system in the revolution three hundred years ago.

It was a needlessly elaborate, large-scale feeding system, which meant the Republic spared no expense so long as it meant they didn’t have to actually have contact with their so-called pigs. The food and goods produced by the factory were truly the bare essentials, and despite being called food, the rations they got every day looked like plastic explosives for some reason.

It’s said that back during the days when the only strategy they had was to charge at the Legion with archaic rocket launchers or explosives in hand,

It is a kindness to prepare a comfortable roost for an injured bird… But to prevent it from taking flight once its wounds have healed, because you fear the world is too dangerous, means confining it to a cage. These birds have finally escaped their cage of persecution. Do you intend to lock them in a cage of pity next?

I don’t give a rat’s ass what happens to a bunch of Eighty-Six,

Of course I will. I even wrapped it up all cute-like, with pink wrapping paper and a ribbon and everything. Even put a message card with a kiss mark on it that says, ‘To my darling Theobald’… Left it in the mailbox of the apartment he’s renting with his mistress.” It took Lena a while to decide whether she should feel bad for him or not.

He ejected the magazine when there was one bullet in the chamber and two in the magazine and loaded the next one in while standing up and firing. That was a technique called tactical reloading.

Its hair is all black and dirty, and its red eyes are creepy. How come no one’s gotten rid of such a scary monster? Don’t get close, ’cause it’ll get us all dirty!

…What does that subhuman filth think it is?” Lena felt the blood instantly go to her head.

Oh… So you buried my corpse. Shin, you’re too kind…

No country would ever consider it an act of evil to deny a pig human rights. Therefore, if you were to define someone speaking a different tongue, someone of a different color, someone of a different heritage as a pig in human form, any oppression, persecution, or atrocity you might inflict upon them would never be regarded as cruel or inhumane.

Svetlana, who was lovingly patting the head of a dog resting atop the lap of her dress. No, not a dog’s head—a dog’s skull.

How many hostiles?” “I don’t want to calculate it. It’s like the seven seals of Revelation have been broken.

There was a nyooz report on TV about the situation in the westin front and how the Federasee millytawy

But he’s not back. They didn’t bring Eugene back… All they brought back was a box.

For our comrades on the front lines and those warriors going even farther beyond, keep shooting, no matter what! Even if the gun barrels burst and angels rain down from heaven to claim us all, never stop shooting! All hands, prepare for bombardment!

We sortie after the support fire! Don’cha chicken out and hold us back, y’hear?! Anyone who falls behind’s gonna have the letters they wrote for their girlfriend read out loud! Any virgins who don’t have a girl back home will have the letters they wrote to their mommies read out loud instead!

Human beings had a way of treating other people like objects or animals while, at the same time, cherishing objects and livestock as if they were people.

What with your motherland and its love of white, despite its flag being as multicolored as it is.

Your circulatory system could be augmented for greater pumping efficiency. Your legs could be modified with artificial muscles that would increase their shock absorbency to prevent blackouts. If your blood was made synthetic, you would see vast improvements to your oxygen-production capabilities. Currently, your internal organs are vulnerable to impact and ill-suited for the high-mobility combat we are accustomed to… All these modifications are possible with the United Kingdom’s technology,

Why do you ask…? What, Dustin, do you like me or something?” “Tha—” Dustin held his tongue for a moment and then spat the words out, half in desperation. “Y-yeah, I do! You got a problem with that?!

anyone would probably be a little pissed to find the friends they’d searched through the cold, dark night for indulging in carefree romance.

His hair was the dark, blackish red of eagle plumage hardy enough to withstand the unforgiving northern winter, his eyes the Imperial violet of the gemstones yielded by the Dragon Corpse mountain range, which stood as the shield of the country. His countenance was equal parts elegance and sharpness, the features of a monster made of ice.

The god of the battlefield, which despite being absent of any desire to kill or will for slaughter, unknowingly claimed the largest number of lives… A howitzer!

Second Lieutenant Marcel, why are you refusing to look at me…?!” And still, despite his colonel’s inquiry, Marcel didn’t move his eyes away from the monitor. “Colonel, could you please not sentence me to death, even indirectly? If I turn around now, Nouzen will murder me for sure.

The HESH (high-explosive squash head) projectile’s shock waves were transmitted into the Phönix’s liquid armor,

it could alternate between acting as spaced armor capable of stopping HEAT projectiles and acting as restraining armor against APFSDS rounds.

What’s the point of running away today if we’ll just end up dying tomorrow?

I never doubted that you’d reach our final destination. I worried that contacting you or coming to see you would make it seem like I didn’t believe you could do it on your own.

You know how to use it, right? If we get wiped out, or you can’t link up with the main force, use it to end yourself. The Legion don’t toy with their prey, but they don’t finish off those who failed, either.

Sins required punishment. Even if a sinner was never forgiven, they could atone by apologizing. But if the sin was forgotten, even that would be rendered impossible.

…All units, switch ammo to APFSDS.” APFSDS—Armor-Piercing Fin-Stabilized Discarding Sabot.

then…the Republic must have reeeally coveted the color white, to put it mildly. And if that was the case, they shouldn’t have accepted immigrants to begin with.

If the president, even a temporary one, takes a stray bullet while running around the battlefield, it’ll be a crisis.” “Even a temporary one… If that happens, it happens, and the vice president will take over for me. Why do you think we even have that role anyway?

military is the kind of industry that consumes large amounts of resources and manpower despite not producing anything.

the Republic’s capital of Liberté et Égalité.

I understand that you’re about to be very angry, but please, direct your anger only at me.” “I beg your pardon?” Suddenly, a thick voice bellowed out like a tank turret’s fire. “Take aim!” Lena braced herself as she turned to see… “Fire!

made up of those disgusting Eighty-Six. Once again, those stains try to befoul this beautiful country with their filthy colors, as if they own the place.

What you fear is not being unable to move forward but being unable to go back. All you wish is to return to the relationship the two of you had in your youth, when you were happy. You wish to make it so your sin is undone… Even as you say you’ve hurt Shinei, all you wish is to find peace without once seeing the scars inflicted on him.

You fought to the end. You survived. That’s why you’re here now. I think that’s something you should be more proud of.

So in other words… Those children had seen a warehouse full of skeletal corpses in the Republic operation… They had to climb up a cliff along a road formed from their allies’ remains. These poor child soldiers have been faced with one gruesome sight after another, and so the adults have sought to ease their troubled minds by sending them on vacation… Why must the chief of staff and the other officers spend their cigarette break pretending to be a bunch of evil masterminds plotting something terrible…? Such was the aide’s exasperated, silent soliloquy.

I must say, I’m impressed, Guren. I don’t think a single word you told her was something she needed to hear.

Color me surprised, Willem. And here I thought you’d say, Our solution will be a single bullet for each of them.” “You have to consider the cost of the fuel for burning the corpses as well as mental-health-care fees for the ones doing the deed, not to mention the paperwork it’d take to cover up their disappearance and the hush money for everyone involved. Even then, it’d eventually come to light…

Well, Shiden is on my side, so don’t expect any honest answers out of her,” Lena scoffed. Shin’s smile deepened. “So you’re saying you did do something.

You might be a woman of the Republic, but at the same time, you’re the queen of the Eighty-Six. Please don’t deny that. Not now.

—not once have you ever even asked us our names!

Не було сенсу ховати цього солдата в холодній, темній землі, коли у нього була власна подушка з вишневого цвіту, з якої він міг дивитися на сакуру.

Посміхнувшись, Рей підняв очі до зоряного неба. Воно виблискувало зоряним пилом і, здавалося, мало б шуміти, але те, що воно завжди було таким тихим, здавалося Лені страшенно моторошним. Між ними і цим мерехтливим блиском була безмежна, безмежно глибока порожнеча непроглядної темряви.

— Вам не страшно? — Нам страшно. Але якщо ми не будемо боротися, ми не зможемо вижити.

Her eyes traveled across the boys lying in pools of white blood

No…” It was a weak, faint plea, like a child on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to die…

Reloading! Cover me!" Theo shouted in between erratic breaths, his voice chipped by fatigue. Fido purged one of its six containers as it zipped bravely between lines of fire. That container's stocks of ammunition had been depleted, meaning they'd consumed almost 20 percent of the month's worth of ammunition they'd been given in just this short period of time. The moment they completely ran out would be their last. That fleeting thought passed through Raiden's mind, and he forced a smile. Bring it on. Living and dying like this was all they wanted. Suddenly, one more person, another resonance target, connected to their conversation. "First Lieutenant Shuga! I'm borrowing your left eye!" A moment later, the vision in his left eye went dark, and then the light returned to it immediately. The same voice spoke again: "Shell fired! It's going to touch down-brace yourselves! The next moment, the sky flashed white.

... I never once doubted that you would catch up to us, Colonel.

Lena bit her lip. If there was ever a time to say what needed to be said, it was now, and if she didn’t take the opportunity, she’d likely never be brave enough again. "Shin." She called his name firmly. Shin turned to face her, closing the door to his room. Lena gave a dry cough before continuing. "Can we…can we call each other by our names? In public places there are appearances to keep up, so that’s not acceptable, of course, but whenever we’re not…" "Major." The Eighty-Six had called her by her rank before as a sign of their reservations. To signify their relationship as the oppressor and the oppressed. One was a white pig sitting safely behind the wall, and the others were proud Eighty-Six fighting outside it. An invisible line had been drawn between them, marking the fact that they weren’t close enough to pretend to be friends by calling one another by their given names. But she was finally outside the wall, even if she didn’t stand beside them on the battlefield.

…I'm begging you, please come back.” That prayer escaped her lips before she even knew it. But it didn’t reach him. The way he was now, Shin couldn’t perceive that the girl was even there. Yet still. "Please… come back to me. Whatever it takes.” ... Half of his unit seemed to lop to the side, and Undertaker lost balance, falling to the ground pathetically. With his field of vision turning red and slanted from the blood, Shin watched as the High-Mobility type’s metallic shadow advanced to pursue him. It was then that he heard someone’s voice, like the chiming of a silver bell in his ears. "I’m begging you, please come back. "Please…come back to me.” Lena. "…?!" It took him a moment to realize it, but when he did, his breath caught in his throat. Had he just…? Lena… And the order she’d entrusted him with… Had he just completely forgotten about her…? Now wasn't the time to fall into bad habits. He'd been told to return at all costs, after all.

“I’m a Republic soldier, and I have a duty to protect your lives. So if the alternative is that you fall out of line and die, I’d rather point this gunpoint and make you walk by force.” “Well if you're a Republic soldier!” someone in the crowd suddenly called out. “How do you get to ride in a Reginleif? If you’re a soldier and you’re supposed to protect us, you should be down here, walking with us!” Less a question and more an incredulous demand, like she'd expected them to say this. “Me? Why would I? Aren’t I the second coming of Saint Magnolia, who led the revolution? And it's a saint’s role is to guide her lost lambs, to save them. Not to share in their pointless march.” She looked over the helpless sheep and spoke, with the Eighty-Six who watched over her silently, with her dependable subordinates and trusted comrades at her back. "...I’m the Queen who leads the Eighty-Six, Bloody Reina. Isn’t it natural for a Queen to ride on horseback with knights at her back and call?” "...!" The citizens looked at her with silent but palpable indignation. “Undertaker. Grant me the honor of riding with you.” Lena ignored them and turned her eyes to Undertaker. It lowered its nose tip as a canopy, but Lena motioned for it to stop and grabbed onto the side of the unit instead. Like a silvery war goddess making her triumphant return atop a pure-white chariot.

The other boys were one thing, but Lena couldn't let Captain Aegis act so friendly and unreserved toward Shin. Get your hands off him.

I don't want anyone to take him from me. I want him to be mine.

She remembered the blunt, youthful voice speaking to her from beyond the transmission crackling with noise. He never did give her his name, but she did remember the Personal Mark on the damaged armor... A headless skeleton shouldering a shovel. Realizing she'd seen that same personal mark only a moment ago, she turned her eyes to Undertaker again. The same headless skeleton shouldering a shovel didn't quite return her gaze, because of its missing head, but it was there all the same. The Personal Mark of a reaper burying the dead. A reaper... ...It can't be. Shifting her attention back to Shin—to the Processor who piloted that Reginleif - she gawked at him, which only resulted in Shin averting his gaze. Shin obstinately refused to look Lena in the eye. And that made Lena sure of it, "It was you...?!" Shin's eyes darted around for a moment, as if looking for a way out...before he dropped his shoulders in resignation. "...Yes, it was." In contrast to Lena's eyes lighting up, Shin looked away awkwardly. "I'm sorry... for back then." “... I never once doubted that you would catch up to us, Colonel.” "Huh…?" “I never doubted that you’d reach our final destination. I worried that contacting you or coming to see you would make it seem like I didn’t believe you could do it on your own.” "You remembered." "Of course I did." Shin said it with his usual placid tone, as if it was nothing at all, but there were no other words in the world that could have made Lena happier. He’d remembered—he’d believed in her and that she would catch up to them someday. Lena bit her lip. If there was ever a time to say what needed to be said, it was now, and if she didn’t take the opportunity, she’d likely never be brave enough again. "Shin." She called his name firmly. Shin turned to face her, closing the door to his room. Lena gave a dry cough before continuing. "Can we…can we call each other by our names? In public places there are appearances to keep up, so that’s not acceptable, of course, but whenever we’re not…" "Major." The Eighty-Six had called her by her rank before as a sign of their reservations. To signify their relationship as the oppressor and the oppressed. One was a white pig sitting safely behind the wall, and the others were proud Eighty-Six fighting outside it. An invisible line had been drawn between them, marking the fact that they weren’t close enough to pretend to be friends by calling one another by their given names. But she was finally outside the wall, even if she didn’t stand beside them on the battlefield.

Lena tore her eyes away from the smile Shin was unable to restrain and started walking away, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She felt his presence quietly following her, half a step behind. The realization that he had a habit of moving without making a sound also made her oddly excited.

She opened the bathroom door and put on the RAID Device resting on top of her towel, activating the Para-RAID. The target was, of course, Shin, who was waiting in the corridor outside her private quarters. "Er, Captain…" The call was shut down wordlessly. She reconnected the Resonance and asked as soon as the call was connected: "Why did you hang up?" His response came in a disconcerted tone. "If anything, why did you Resonate now of all times?" “We were in the middle of a conversation.” "We can finish it later. At least wait until after you shower, please." Lena refused to back down. "Why can’t we do this while I’m in the shower?" "What do you mean, ‘why’…?" There was an exasperated pause between them, which Lena broke by persistently pressing him. "You were fine with it before. When you told me about the Black Sheep and the Shepherds, two years ago in the Spearhead squadron’s barracks, you, er…you were connected while you were in the shower." "Yes… But you don’t seem fine with it, so you don’t have to force yourself." That’s… Well, yes, she was quite embarrassed about this. Only their sense of hearing was being Resonated, but it gave the impression that they were face-to-face. Lena realized that this meant that her feeling of embarrassment over the situation was being directly transmitted to Shin, which left him feeling restless. And to top it off, the sounds of the running water and her breath, leaking out from the heat and the steam, as well as the sound of the water dripping from her long, satin-like hair, were also being transmitted. "But this time we can’t—Ah…" The Sensory Resonance ended again, and this time it seemed that he’d removed his RAID Device, since she couldn’t reconnect.

She poked her head out the door, but upon looking in the other direction, she found Shin standing there. Lena stiffened immediately. Shin was rooted in place with his eyes widened slightly upon seeing Lena wearing nothing but the Cicada. The purplish-silver quasi-nerve fibers formed a pseudo-brain that coated her body. And since it was skintight, it showed off her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. On top of that, certain parts of her body that had nothing to support them jiggled and swayed with her every move. And Shin was looking right at her. What followed was a long, long, awkward silence. "I heard Vika supplied you with something called the Cicada back in the United Kingdom," Shin said, breaking that silence. He had a cold, murderous gaze in his eyes. As if he was holding back a seething, bubbling rage rising within him. "I did think it was strange I didn't get any information about it... I can see why no one answered when I asked, and Lerche kept apologizing to me when we were in the Revich Base." Yes, it did make sense. Lena didn't want to wear this thing and didn't feel inclined to explain what it was, either. "When I asked Marcel, he ran away, saying he didn't want to die yet... Guess I should have taken matters into my own hands and questioned him right then and there." "Y-your own hands...? Weren't you two together in the special officer academy? You shouldn't torment him..." "Don't change the subject, Lena. This isn't about Marcel." Oh. I think Shin might be really angry. He drew close to her, so close that their noses were almost touching, which startled her and prompted her to lean back. A thought crossed Lena's mind as she frantically sought refuge from reality. It was the first time she'd seen him in such an openly foul mood. It was new, and it made her slightly happy. "No, er, I wasn't trying to particularly hide it, but...i-it is helpful. But it's just a little... It's... very…embarrassing." She heaved a single breath, as if letting out some kind of internal pressure. Shin silently turned around. "Understood. I'll go kill Vika and toss his body overboard." "Shin..?! Wh-what are you saying?!" "I left my pistol in the hangar, but I can make do with a sharpened shovel. The priest told me he used those to kill enemy soldiers in his youth.

Major. Could you please...never forget us?

We're off, Major.