Savonarola: It pleases Him greatly that you have seen your failings.
Lorenzo: Oh, there is muchâŚmuch that I regret.
Lorenzo: âŚBut much more that I cannot.
Lorenzo: The beauty that flowered hereâŚ
Savonarola: Youâve learned nothing. What flowered here was corruption, that spread out like the plague, tainting everything it touched. This is your punishment.
Lorenzo: Maybe.
[âŚ]
Savonarola: The lord has commanded me to destroy it all. Nobody will remember your gardens, the names of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, and the rest, and all they have made will be dust. Blown away by the winds.
Lorenzo: *hushed* I donât think so. Your brethren once said separating art from God is a lie. Because the heart of man craves beauty as he craves God.
Lorenzo: Because what happened here in FlorenceâŚI donât think it can ever be erased.
I still think about this final episode of Medici, it just hits home for me. Iâm not religious, but Iâve worried about not being able to live a âgoodâ life. Iâve worried that my life wonât matter because I wonât be successful or normal conventionally. But this scene is like saying, just because you lived your life with mistakes and regrets doesnât mean it wasnât beautiful. Thereâs beauty in the tale of misadventures and disappointments and small rays of hope. I can understand if other people donât like this ending because it feels like the writers are whacking us over the head with a theme that wraps up the whole show, but for me itâs like a succinct expression of my way of viewing life. Itâs all beautiful, the good and the bad, because it happened, itâs real. No one else is going to live my life and have a story like mine. Thatâs worth living for.
(Whoever did the subtitles can fight me about not using an Oxford comma, but also Iâll take him out for coffee because transcribing even this took a while, I canât imagine doing a full episode)
(Also just found out from Savonarolaâs wiki that Lorenzoâs son was known as âPiero the Unfortunateâ)