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Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Second Dream Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Forwarded to late night

[Around the afternoon, Paprika was released from the experimental alternate universe and went back to being her cheery dream girl self. And, like most others, she thought she was spared from the continued experiments.

Oh how wrong she was.

Like on the first night she arrived in Luceti, Paprika is going to be dropping into people's dreams through teleportation. Prepare to get your dreamspace invaded citizens of Luceti. Please don't kill her for this - she really doesn't want to imagine the crazy stuff you dream of.]

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[He continues watching himself act violently until the other evil him starts going crazy as the other begins inflicting pain on everything around it.]

Of course I'd never do such things intentionally. Yet there was one time where I did, thinking only of myself as I cut them down one by one. Can you honestly say I'm a good person when you know what I'm capable of? I'm a horrid person.

That was then and this is now. You admit your faults and want to change. [She smiles at him softly.] I find that admirable.

Thank you Miss Paprika, you speak such kind words and I wish I could return the kindness you've given to me.

[The scenery changes once more to a scene of his room (http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/751/751899/eternal-sonata--20061220041210073.jpg) with himself in the bed, but no one is around him. The other him looks very depressed and he walks towards the other him with a small frown, only to then stop as his body begins trembling a little.]

[Her eyes follow Chopin and she walks behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, but not saying anything.]

[His eyes turn to Paprika and he begins looking very sad. The other him is staring at the piano across from his bed as he gets up from the bed to begin playing a piece on it.] This is me, no, the true Frederic Chopin. I'm not even real, I'm only the dream reflection of his being.

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So? Why does that matter?

[She says this a bit more passionately than her previous tone. Because this is something she completely relates to.]

Because I'm living the life of someone else, someone who everyone believes me to be. How can I tell others that I'm not the person they believe I am?

[He sounds so sad as he watches the other him continue playing the piano as if nothing else matters to him.]

You're telling me, aren't you?

I'm afraid to tell anyone else.

...If you don't want to that's okay too. It sounds like a personal matter you should confide in with people you trust.

I don't want others to turn away from me if I tell them the truth, Miss Paprika. What if they come to hate me as well? I'd end up alone and no one would trust me.

If they care for you then they shouldn't want to turn away. People can be understanding if you give them a chance, Chopin.

I've been let down by so many before and caused such disappointment with others. I even treated people terribly recently because of the experiments, breaking their trust now is something I can't afford to do.

There's no need to tell them now. But, I think you should at least confide in more than just me. Unless you don't have anyone that close to you yet.

[...] But don't think that way. You're still Frederic Francois Chopin. Only a different part of him.

I have many people close to me. Yet recently due to the Malnosso, there is a possibility the trust we have for one another has slimmed to almost a small line. [He turns to her with a small smile.] Everything about the two of us is the same, I wonder if I truly am the same man sitting at that piano or if I'm simply the reflection of him within the world of his mind.

You are the same man, yet you are not the same man. Believe me on this.

I'm the same and yet not? That makes such little sense.

...Nope, it makes perfect sense. Think about it a little more.

[The scene changes to a circle of mirrors around them and each mirror shows a piece of his life as he stares at them until everything stops so there's only one lone mirror. He walks towards that mirror and the other him from before is standing there as it stares at him and he stares back in return.]

Our lives are exactly the same down to every detail. From our appearances, histories, to even our personalities. We're perfect twins if one saw the both of us together, I wonder if everyone would prefer the me in the mirror to the me they see now.

I prefer the you I'm looking at. I don't want to make friends with a mirror.

[He turns to look at her.]

Even if you know what I am?

I might know a Frederic Francois Chopin from history books, but the only Frederic Francois Chopin I know face to face is you.

Miss Paprika... You truly are an inspiring person. Perhaps you are more inspiring than I ever could be.

I don't think so. This is just what I was born to do. Please don't look down on yourself and know that everyone should care about you and not the legacy built on your name.

[The mirror in front of him shatters as everything around them becomes a beautiful field (http://ps3media.ign.com/ps3/image/article/928/928445/eternal-sonata-20081110112851625.jpg) and he looks about with some confusion on his face.]

Tenuto's flower field... But how is this here?

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