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(Merry laughter)

Oh, and you think YOU were any better?!

(Panicked crying)

This won't do. I'm still short of actors... I need one more...

Morpheus stares daggers at the center of the stage. There, a blue-haired girl sits, eyes closed, but brow furrowed as ever in struggle.

(Dismayed chirping)

It's a Siracusan play. Caused quite the controversy, in its opening run.

True and false, false and true, why does everyone tie themselves in knots over which is which?

Human beings have too strong a need to know everything down to the core.

Perhaps, it's the very thing that makes them human.

I'm sorry. I spoke out of line again.

No... Wolff. You're fluent now.

Maybe it's all the rehearsals lately... Then again, maybe it's not the rehearsals, but the things I've been seeing. The sort of things that grow a heart a size or two.

Can a woven creation have a 'heart'?

The books tell of a metal man who gained one. Perhaps I can too.

Tut. Shouldn't have let you read so much... I liked your stuttering better.

She has no 'heart' anymore?!

I can patch her back up, but without a heart, she'll never leave this place again...

You decide... decide Morpheus's fate.

(Oh, Iris... oh, Bena...)

Alas. It would be better if you didn't talk.

If only, if only, everyone was like me...

Morpheus. It's time we ended this farce of yours.

Upon the stage, where a doll slumbered, now a doll stands.

What? Excuse me? How?

This isn't right! No, how could you—

I made myself clear. I will not be leaving my companions until I have awoken them.

Well, I'll give you two choices—

One! Get out of my sight, right now.

Two! I trap you under layers and layers and LAYERS of dreams, and you stay lost in Limbo forever.

I decline.

You think you can—?!

Sakiko reaches into her pocket.

(Yes. It's still there.)

Iris's necklace has accompanied her through layer after layer of dreams, and it has followed her here.

Now, she will save Ave{@nbs}Mujica. She will save everyone.

Our bet is still on.

In their dreams, I saw their innermost thoughts.

Even as their wishes came true one by one, they found no happiness in it.

They are no hypocrites for it. They are simply still in doubt.

As the founder of Ave{@nbs}Mujica, I pledged to them that I would take responsibility for their lives.

From the moment I uttered those words, our fates became inseparable...

My role is to show the path to lost dolls. I will lead them through the fog, for I must.

Center stage, Sakiko Togawa stands. She casts her eye over her slumbering companions, then returns her gaze to Morpheus.

They, and you... are no more than lost dolls.

In the moonlight, the doll takes on a temporal life.

Awaken—

Stop her!

(Terrifying roar)

This is our dream. Therefore, we are its Master.

We <i>will</i> become as we want to be!

Sakiko Togawa slowly raises a hand, and her clothing begins to transform.

She recalls the Originium Arts she learned in her dream; the songs she wanted to write.

As she has practiced countless times before, she casts down a firm finger—

Upon a white piano key.

The note rings clear in every corner on and off the stage, and bids the threads holding up each doll fall slack.

No longer puppeted, they fall to the expanse of the stage one by one.

Be assured that in the face of all your efforts, I can hardly rest on my own laurels.

Despite all our hardships, we came back together and put on a masquerade that belonged to <i>us,</i> didn't we?

I want to write a song—

About our struggles, and the possibilities of the future.

We are a band. Our destinies are one.

This is my answer.

Put down the guitar, Mutsumi-chan.

You're our princess. We'll be by your side, whatever you do.

—Cover her ears!

(Hugs guitar tightly)

You're not me...

I miss Saki...

Somebody, help...

Honestly, what do I do with you?

The 'Mutsumis' throwing themselves at Mutsumi suddenly crash to the ground one by one, as if marionettes whose strings were cut.

I'm on your side, Mutsumi-chan. I'll listen to your deepest desire.

The fully-armed brawlers are closing in on Umiri.

Time we put an end to this, Umiri...

What? What's this song...?

AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

Umiriiiii!

Francis...?! Where did you just drop in from?!

Sakiko told us all about it! We're all just figments of your dream, ain't we?

Why would you go and believe her nonsense...

No! Don't you see, everything makes sense now!

We trusted you unconditionally because you made us!

Now that I've accepted it, I feel so light, so free. Umiri, I could do ANYTHING right now!

There isn't much time! You've gotta get outta this nightmare!

But how am I going to...?

It's your dream! You've gotta know!

But once I leave, you're all going to...

When'd you start getting so hung up on crap?

Don't you worry! Me and my brothers, we'll think of you when we hold our parties!

...Got it!

Go!

Don't let her get away—!

Umiri grabs her bass guitar case by the handle, bends her knees and lowers her center of gravity—

I'm—outta here!

Umiri, our sister! <i>Buon viaggio!</i>

Miss Nyamu...!

A song that none of them have ever heard is blaring at maximum volume.

Yet there is nobody in the room.

Call the security firm!