Here are one hundred desks. Here are one hundred leaves. Here are one hundred shadows of one hundred dead boys.
And: three girls, two roses, one sword.
"I swear by this black rose... I will win this duel... and kill the rose bride!" Wakaba Shinohara. She's not herself. Her usually-cheerful face is set in vicious lines; Saionji's heart, torn from his chest in the shape of a katana, is in her hand.
She moves like Saionji did; fights like Saionji did. She's a tool, a weapon, in the hand of Souji Mikage against Anthy Himemiya.
"Utena-sama! Hurry! Draw the sword from me!"
And against Utena Tenjou, who stands shocked and silent, staring at her oldest friend, now swathed in the uniform of the Black Rose Duellists.
"You, that girl, the student council members... all of you look down on me. Without a care in the world, flaunting the power you all were born with! so, you all can so calmly--"
"Utena-sama!
"--walk all over everyone else."
It's not a fight. It's an intervention.
Utena Tenjou doesn't draw her sword.
She dodges. She leaps. She ducks. She embraces her enemy.
"Wakaba, there are a lot of things I don't understand about this--But I do know this for sure: you are one of my best friends.
I'm going to save you."
She takes the katana.
And in a dazzling, blurring arc, she cuts the black rose.
Wakaba crumples. The sword vanishes. And Saionji awakes to the sound
(and upside down in air were towers, tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours)
of bells.
I suppose that Saionji's just beaming with pride.
He's mighty full of himself for someone who had been expelled.
I wonder if he plans to return to the Student Council, acting like that.
Honestly, the nerve of him.
Still, I wonder how he got reinstated after being expelled.
I heard it was at the recommendation of the Black Rose Society.
Oh?
Wakaba Shinohara leaves class; passes her classmates going about their afterschool activities. Sports and clubs, teams and games.
Down the streets and stairs.
To an empty room. "I'm home."
(o but this is an empty movement)