Salieri's Last Piano Scene

>Yaga Resistance Soldier(s): ...
>Yaga Child: Father, what happened? Is the boss gone?
>YRS: Ahh... We... we...
>YRS: Now... how do we go from here...? What should we do now...?
>Salieri: Alright, then. Everyone, come along.
>S: There's something that I'd like for you to move.
>YRS: ?
>YC: ?
>S: And, up...
>YRS: What the hell is that...
>YC: What is this?
>S: It's a piano. A type of musical instrument.
>S: The Lightning Emperor is gone, so we can use it to our hearts' content.
>S: So. Shall I play?
>YC: What are you asking to play?
>S: The piano, of course. ...It's an art that only the tsar was able to listen to.
>YC: Will it hurt?
>S: It won't hurt.
>YC: Will it fill me up?
>S: Indeed.
>YC: Then, yes.
>S: Then, I'll begin. This song was Amadeus' request.
>S: "If the world becomes peaceful, I would like you to play this song."
>S: Though it irks me, I have to accommodate that genius' last request.
>YC: It makes sound?
>S: Yes.
>S: In our time, this was a song of love but, in the future, perhaps it's a song of the stars.
>YC: What are stars?
>S: When the night comes, stars can be seen.
>S: Shining in the sky are those countless twinkling stars.
>YRS: Showing us something like that... At this point, it's...
>S: This Lostbelt will soon disappear. It will return to its original form...
>S: It will return to being a pruned event which never existed. In order to wake from the dream,
>S: After a few nights, suddenly, everything will "become not having been" (return to its origin).
>S: As a being of the Greater Human History, I will not be affected by that desperation.
>S: But, until this world's end, I will simply continue to play this song.
>S: Not one of you has done anything wrong. It's simply that this world's course went wrong.
>S: ...I suppose that's sad. But, there's no need for any of you to shoulder that burden.
>S: There's still time before the collapse.
>S: You might take back what you have lost, or give in to despair.
>S: At the least, stop hurting each other. There's no need for that now.
>YRS: ...May we listen to just a little more?
>S: Of course.
>YRS: ...Was something this beautiful never born in our world?
>YRS: Ahh, that's... just as well.
>YC: What's wrong? Are you hurt?
>YRS: It's nothing. Nothing at all.

>Shining, sparkling sea of stars. Far away, you blink - a momentary life. The Yaga who knew nothing and the Yaga who knew everything all raised a happy cry - or perhaps it was a gasp of wonder. All that they understood was that it was something that shined. The elderly Yaga, dumbstruck, looked up at the real sky, which had remained only in legend. To the humans (Yaga) who had fiercely continued to survive in a frozen land, it was the most beautiful thing that they had ever seen in the world. It was the glimmer of the eternally unreachable future.