Elmos,

Elmos...

Elmos !

Elmos will be immortal.

Elmos will have perfection.

And my son Elmos.

Go with them, Elmos.

Come along with me, Elmos.

I'm worried about Elmos' safety.

Elmos and the people are suffering.

Then leave me alone with Elmos.

Elmos is not going to die!

It is what I need for Elmos.

You can see the sky now, Elmos.

But I want you to save Elmos.

But your mind will live on in Elmos.

As a result, Elmos' heartbeat has become weak.

Don't try the experiment on your innocent son, Elmos.

Above all, I am worried about the experiments on Elmos.

And what if it should fail in the case of Elmos...

The stranger's blood will be transfused into the body of Elmos.

No Elmos, you will still have to wait a little while longer.

You death will mean the joy of eternal youth for Elmos, our future king.

My existence is prolonged artificially because you want to inject my brain cells into Elmos.

Even if she's in anguish over Elmos, the queen would never dream of turning traitor.

The perfect physical condition which Elmos enjoys will permit us to perform this great experiment.

Consequently, it is advisable to postpone all of your experiments on your son Elmos for awhile.

Elmos, you are the sole heir to the throne of Metropolis, the continent more powerful than any in the world!

All my joy is overclouded with apprehension for Elmos, but may Heaven give me assistance in my endeavor to serve him.

For all the evil you've done to me and to my poor little son Elmos, for all the suffering you brought on the people