Monika stared at the other people spoke out of line. She could only imagine what Ena's distress was like... She remembered every loop of her own memory, the anger and fear she had felt whenever she had been cut off from the player, the sorrow when she had realized she wouldn't be there forevermore with her true love... But it was better that way, right? And Ena... This memory was so dark and depressing, she couldn't leave her here.

"They're just following a script... A script written by your memories. They're not real." Speaking of these people in such a manner, it reminded Monika of her "friends"... Though these people had been real at some point, but now they were nothing but a fragment of her imagination.

She rested a hand upon Ena's shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"You stepped into my memory earlier." She didn't want to speak about what had happened then, but she had to job her memories one way or another. "And you saved me. Can you remember my name? It... Begins with a M."