[Video]
[A woman appears on the screen, dressed in a very light blue hospital gown. Long, bright red hair tied with white ribbons obscures most of her face, though her piercing and cold red eyes are visible against her pale skin. Her gaze is calm and cool, nearly devoid of emotion, and when she speaks, her voice has a gentle but monotone quality.]
Medea is gone. Does this mean I’m dead?
[Just a simple statement and question before she’s quiet for a long while. Chidori glances sideways, as if unsure, before her eyes slide back over toward the screen.]
Is there someplace where I can get a sketchbook? My old one...it seems I left it behind.
[There’s the slightest flash of despair in her expression at the thought of her lost sketchbook before it vanishes. Perhaps it was never even there? When she speaks again, her voice is barely a whisper.]
…there is little else that can be taken from me. Perhaps it is better this way.
Medea is gone. Does this mean I’m dead?
[Just a simple statement and question before she’s quiet for a long while. Chidori glances sideways, as if unsure, before her eyes slide back over toward the screen.]
Is there someplace where I can get a sketchbook? My old one...it seems I left it behind.
[There’s the slightest flash of despair in her expression at the thought of her lost sketchbook before it vanishes. Perhaps it was never even there? When she speaks again, her voice is barely a whisper.]
…there is little else that can be taken from me. Perhaps it is better this way.