[ Her words fall short of reaching the phantom Ange, and Marianne can only look on and pray that Ange's friends would be able to calm her down and comfort her. There was another girl here, though, who her words could reach. Perhaps it was even the Ange of the present that needed to hear it the most. Marianne straightens up and turns to her now.

The scene loops around again while she's grasping for words, sadness in her eyes. ]

I'm sorry. It's awful how they treated you.

[ She begins quietly, uncertainly, but even if her perspective has shifted with new understanding of the girl who never showed much emotion, one thing remains clear to Marianne. Her voice grows stronger. ]

I know now why you wanted me to leave, but I still don't want to leave without you.