Setsuka: [She just stares at Jack.]
Jackcerebus: [Jack's legs slowly elongate as he takes to the sky.]
Setsuka: [She just looks up at him.]
Jackcerebus: [Your gaze sees something in the window as you look up past it.]
 : [It's you.]
Setsuka: Ah...
Setsuka: [She just stares at me.]
You: Talk about a pain...
Setsuka: Y-Yeah?
You: I did everything I could to help these guys...
You: They should understand I didn't want to look like a cold-blooded killer, right?
Setsuka: Yeah! What a bunch of assholes!
You: Why do I bother helping them at all...
You: Why the hell am I helping the vault that threw me out into this hellhole?
Setsuka: Yeah! It's not like Manfred wants me or anything.
You: He wants nothing but that drink I make.
You: Is that why I want to help...?
You: Is that... the only thing I'm good at...?
Setsuka: . . .
Setsuka: Maybe... it is...
You: Ever since I was a girl I wanted to make something of myself...
You: Doing what everything I can to do what everyone else is doing...
You: because that's what you're expected to do, right?
Setsuka: Y-Yeah... that's exactly it...
Setsuka: [She tries to take her eyes off herself for a moment.]
 : [The world around you is so dark besides the fluffy dog and yourself.]
Setsuka: [She just looks around, then her gaze turns back to herself.]
You: I...
You: I don't...
You: I don't want to be alone with people who would throw me out to the cold.
You: That's why...
You: I should kill them, right? I'm a monster in their eyes, right?
Setsuka: Y-Yeah! That's right!
Setsuka: They're gonna kill me so...
Setsuka: I should do it first!
You: To be liberated from expectations... from their judgement...
You: That would make me so happy.
Setsuka: I'll be... free...
You: Free to be happy.
You: Free to be who I want to be.
You: Without any GOAT. Without any obligations.
Setsuka: I can do... whatever I want..
You: Yeah!
Setsuka: [She reaches for her gun.]
You: But, what do I want to do?
Setsuka: [And then looks to it.]
You: [She stares back at you.]
Setsuka: [And looks back up to herself.]
Setsuka: What do I.... want to do...
Setsuka: What.... CAN I do...?
You: If I can't do anything...
You: then... I might as well die?
Setsuka: . . .
Setsuka: I guess if...
You: I'm scared...
Setsuka: [She looks at the gun again.]
You: I might as well die, right?
You: I'm a damn monster...
Setsuka: . . . .
You: An ugly, fat monster that everyone hates...
You: Why did it end up this way?
Setsuka: [She shakes viciously.]
Setsuka: Why...
You: Please...
You: Just kill me now...
Setsuka: Why... keep going...
Setsuka: [She picks up the gun.]
You: [You look at yourself.]
You: [And you smile.]
Setsuka: ...
You: You know, I actually really look good now that I think about it.
Setsuka: Yeah I... I do...
You: To be killed by someone good looking and looks out for me... would be okay.
You: [You hold out your arms.]
Setsuka: [She holds them out.]
You: Go ahead...
You: Please make my life flash before I can finally sleep good for once in my life.
Setsuka: ...Right...
Setsuka: [She holds up the gun.]
Setsuka: [And aims it... at herself...]
You: [You look at yourself expectedly.]
You: This is fine.
Setsuka: This is... fine...
Setsuka: [The barrel is aimed...]
Setsuka: [At her mirrored self.]
Setsuka: [She pulls the trigger.]
You: [You take a bullet to the forehead. The crack leaks red down your face.]
Setsuka: Ha.
You: I want to be happy... with you.
Setsuka: Y-Yeah...!
You: [You shatter before your very eyes.]
You: [The dark world feels less cold.]
You: [This is what you want, right?]
Setsuka: Is this... what I want...?
You: [That question hovers in your head.]
You: [An essential question.]
Setsuka: I'm so scared... So lonely...
You: [How do you answer, in your truest words?]
Setsuka:
Setsuka: No.
Setsuka: No, this can't be what I want.
Setsuka: This isn't right.
Setsuka: This isn't me...
Setsuka: I have to be strong... right...?
You: [You feel your heart pump.]
You: [Your head throbbing as you speak.]
Setsuka: [She holds a hand to her head.]
Setsuka: I need to... live...
You: [You feel something warm brush against your fingers.]
You: [In this darkness... you feel like you can open your eyes.]
Setsuka: [She opens her eye.]
You has played a song: -Suspense-.
Jackcerebus: [You open your eye to the pale moon hanging overhead.]
Setsuka: . . .
Jackcerebus: [A doggy is licking your head as you lie on the snow.]