[As Chihiro hears Jacques' cry of pain and anguish, he completely abandons his efforts to contact the outside world. There's no way he can focus after something like that, and not even Chiaki's voice can reach him now. He lets out a scream as he turns to see his friend, blade pierced through his ribs, slumped over next to his chair.]
Jacques... n-no... you can't... don't die!
[Fear and panic in his eyes, Chihiro tries to back into his seat as if it will somehow take him away from all of this carnage. As he looks past the crystalline Lydia, he sees his other comrades, dead or dying at the door. He opens his mouth to scream, but it catches in the back of his throat as he sees another figure advancing.]
...!
[It's a face he recognizes, but not one he ever came to know in his own world - the face of Chiaki. The culmination of all his research into artificial intelligence, though she never told him as much outright. Still, he recognized her voice in his head during all of this, and the word 'father' somehow floats to the forefront of his thoughts as the realization clicks into place.]
Ch-Chiaki... you're...
[It's all he has time to vocalize, his eyes going wide as the manikin produces a razor sharp crystalline playing card seemingly out of nowhere and slices his throat with one quick motion. Blood spills out as Chihiro's hands reach up in a futile attempt to cover the gruesome wound, his mouth producing only choking and gurgling noises as he slumps out of the chair and hits the ground.
And before the dream ends, Chiaki hears the last thoughts of her father and creator.]
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Jacques... n-no... you can't... don't die!
[Fear and panic in his eyes, Chihiro tries to back into his seat as if it will somehow take him away from all of this carnage. As he looks past the crystalline Lydia, he sees his other comrades, dead or dying at the door. He opens his mouth to scream, but it catches in the back of his throat as he sees another figure advancing.]
...!
[It's a face he recognizes, but not one he ever came to know in his own world - the face of Chiaki. The culmination of all his research into artificial intelligence, though she never told him as much outright. Still, he recognized her voice in his head during all of this, and the word 'father' somehow floats to the forefront of his thoughts as the realization clicks into place.]
Ch-Chiaki... you're...
[It's all he has time to vocalize, his eyes going wide as the manikin produces a razor sharp crystalline playing card seemingly out of nowhere and slices his throat with one quick motion. Blood spills out as Chihiro's hands reach up in a futile attempt to cover the gruesome wound, his mouth producing only choking and gurgling noises as he slumps out of the chair and hits the ground.
And before the dream ends, Chiaki hears the last thoughts of her father and creator.]
...I've failed you all. I'm sorry...