[Her stomach churns, and her shoulders sag as she drops her gaze to the ground. This is a mess. It's a mess, and if even Kaoru doesn't know how to get out of it, what hope do they have of actually escaping? Chizuru wants to try and figure out what to do, she wants to, but having already done what she thought was best once and having caused all of this in the first place...

She can't trust her own judgment, clearly. If the Producers have sway over her memories, they could have sway over her thoughts, too, and that means she can't trust her own mind.

And she shouldn't be trusted, she thinks. She just shouldn't. Not after this, and not after she's become such a twisted person after living with these memories of the Nagumo. Even if she did try to help, she doesn't think she could do it selflessly anymore. There would always be some dark, bitter, selfish aspect to whatever she does - even coming here to see Kaoru was selfish, it was purely because she wanted to see him, and now she's hurt him so badly by only thinking of herself...]

I'm sorry. [Her voice is a whisper.] It doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... All of this, it's... [Agitated, one hand comes up to grip her hair again, and she winds her fingers into the strands and holds onto them tightly.] It's because—!

[She hates them, she hates them, she hates them. She hates the Producers for backing them into this corner, and she hates herself for making it worse.]

There must be a way out. There must be—

[Is it really over? It can't be over. If it's over, if they're trapped here for good and she never has a chance to atone for her mistakes, then...]

...executions. Those— You said it's like the executions? [...oh no.] Then— If we die here—? Will that put an end to this? Will that wake us up?