Lucky Dog 1 translations 13 Bernardo route 06 best

Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 13 Best




Bernardo stands there, in the rain. …It … might’ve been his decision to do so. The only thing I can do for him is…

giandaivanu2-5-2e Gian: C’mon, let’s go… You stay here, you’ll end up catching a cold.
berndaivan4-5-2c Bernardo: …I suppose … so…
giandaivanu3-13-2b Gian: If you’re gonna go meet the girl, you’ve gotta look snappy. Right now, you look like a waterlogged mutt.
berndaivan4-10-2b Bernardo: Haha … I suppose so…

Bernardo laughs and shuts his eyes. When they open again, they’re watching me. They’re back to normal, Bernardo’s eyes… Back to normal …

I’m sure lucky it’s pouring cats and dogs. …I’m … getting awfully close to shedding actual tears…


giandaivanu3-13-1e Gian: Let’s go.
berndaivan2-4-2b Bernardo: …Where to?
giandaivanu1-9-1c Gian: They said they’re gonna keep the party going ‘til morning.

I take the first step forward. A moment passes … one ripe with hesitation…

…but then I hear Bernardo’s footsteps follow after me before he catches up and we’re walking abreast.

berndaivan1-2-1c Bernardo: ‘Crying in the rain’… Green eyes crying in the rain … huh… How about it? Did I seem a little cool just now?
giandaivanu1-3-1b Gian: Not at all.

The two of us fall silent. We keep walking.

berndaivan4-2-1b Bernardo: Sometimes, there are just nights … where you stand crying in the rain holding a bouquet. That’s part of being a man … wouldn’t you say?
giandaivanu1-1-2c Gian: What’re you talking about, you pathetic old man?


The rain keeps falling.

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Bernardo and I walk through curtains of falling droplets.

…We’re not heading to the party. Rather, we’re not heading anywhere in particular. Without a destination in mind, we’re just walking…

I pull out the stopper to the whisky bottle I’d had on me, and, without slowing down my pace, I hork it down straight from the bottle.

giandaivanu2-11-2b Gian: Wanna drink? It’ll warm you up.

I hold it out for Bernardo. A weak hand comes up, takes it, and…

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berndaivan2-10-1 Bernardo: …! Gh! Pffagh! Wh-What is this…?! Is this supposed to be bourbon?! Ack…! It tastes horribly cheap…!
giandaivanu1-3-1b Gian: What, didn’t you know? Cheap booze is the perfect thing to cook your brain to just the right level of ossification.
berndaivan4-1-2b Bernardo: …Are you sure this wasn’t enhanced with fusel oil or perhaps maybe even kerosene? I can already sense the hangover.
giandaivanu1-9-1c Gian: Perfect, ain’t it? Let’s get wasted.
berndaivan2-2-1b Bernardo: …


Surprisingly, Bernardo – the man who always harps about alcohol and tobacco and food – takes the 20-cent bottle of cheap booze … and throws it back another time.

berndaivan2-7-2 Bernardo: …Gah! …There’s always room for new experiences.


Bernardo: Life is a cup of mortal poison, eh…

Gian: Why, of course. ‘cause everyone dies someday.

Bernardo ends up drinking more than me. No surprise, though…

Bernardo: If I’m going to be dosed, then I’d rather the poison be sweet. …I … sure am blessed, Gian.

Gian: Well look at you! I can see the cheap stuff dribbling out your ears now.

Bernardo: You know I’m serious.

Bernardo holds out the drenched, wasted bundle of blossoms for me to see.

Bernardo: …I … won’t ever look back again.

Oh. Really. Then why’ve you been indecisively hauling that that sack of regret around all these years?

Gian: Why not gimme that?

Bernardo: Haha… In that case, I’ll buy you a new one.

Gian: Naw, I want that one. I’m gonna press it dry and make a plaque of it. Then, we can stare at it forever and ever and laugh our asses off.

Bernardo: You fiend.



The whisky bottle makes its rounds between us. …I wonder … just how far have we walked? I think the rain’s lightened a bit, too…

giandaivanu3-13-2b Gian: We must look so awesomely awful, eh?
berndaivan2-3-2b Bernardo: …I’m glad.
giandaivanu1-3-1b Gian: ‘bout whaaat?
berndaivan4-1-2b Bernardo: That there’s a ‘we’… I’m not alone.
giandaivanu4-1-1d Gian: Haha! …Yeah… Ain’t that right?


Suddenly, I realize that, up ahead, the eastern sky stretching over the sea wasn’t so dark anymore.

giandaivanu3-3-1b Gian: …I … wonder if I can be a good Capo…
berndaivan2-3-1b Bernardo: You will.


The response to my sighs is immediate. This is getting a tad embarrassing, so I … take another swig.

I’m walking… Bernardo’s walking… …To where?

…It doesn’t matter.

…So long as we’re in it together … it doesn’t matter where …

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The Normal Ending ends here.  If Bernardo Affection > 10, Luck = 100, and 75 > Omerta > 25, then continue to Best Ending.

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