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[It isn't difficult to move Justine. Her frame is delicate and there is almost no weight to her. She stands easily on her own but she doesn't pull her hand away from her abdomen and she doesn't seem bothered by the fact that it's bleeding into her robe.]

A dream. [She whispers as she closes her eyes.

Please be a dream...

Justine slowly uncurls her hand from her stomach. The cut isn't very deep but it hasn't stopped bleeding and the edge is jagged from the frame of the mirror.] I don't know.... [Her voice trails off as her gaze meets the curious stare of the chocobo.

Is that a yellow chicken?

This all must be a dream.]