"..."

Jasmine looked down, shaking. Lily... she wanted to know. It was hurting her not to know... but if she told her, Jasmine was certain Lily would hate her. She said she wouldn't, but she knew... she knew if she actually said it...

...

No. She couldn't live like this. She had to let it out... she owed it to Lily... if Lily hated her, it was what she deserved. Whatever she was... she didn't deserve the illusion, no matter what Lily said. And Jasmine didn't deserve a sister like Lily.

It was time to rip off the bandage.

"I saw... I saw... I saw a girl who looked just like Cerise, and another one who... who I also fought.

"I saw an army of black soldiers... they looked like puppets stuffed with sand. There was a woman there... we were on the same side... we fought them, but not together..."

Jasmine took a deep breath, and clung to her pillow so hard it began to tear the fabric.

"... I saw you. I didn't know why, but... for some reason, I-I knew I hated you... and... and I remembered what my name was... I remembered that I was called..."

Jasmine squeaked, and forced herself to continue.

"I was called Dark Precure."