I am alive. I am myself. Why?
[Rustling. Slow, measured.]
I have never worn this clothing. I have never seen these forms of plant life. It is unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Am I meant to remain here?
[The girl's voice is soft and slightly monotone, and though it becomes even quieter now, her tone doesn't change at all.]
Ikari... is this...
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