[When the video pops up this time, there is Sora. She's sitting at the base of a tree, a strange, star-shaped fruit in hand. She's almost smiling.]

...On the Islands, there's this magical fruit. And legend goes that if two or more people share this fruit, their destinies become intertwined. Because of this, the paopu fruit is almost sacred on the Islands. You shouldn't pick it unless there's a reason. It's used in our wedding ceremonies, primarily, but sometimes, kids like to talk about sharing it between childhood sweethearts.

[And then, she sighs, placing the little fruit down in the water of the tiny pond surrounding the grove.]

...It's a piece of home. I guess that's why I made it. So... Be careful, okay? The star-shaped fruits on the edge of the orchard are paopu fruits, and you shouldn't share them or bake them into anything unless you want to deal with being bound to someone else forever.

[And then Sora goes back to reminiscing about the Islands.]

[It is dusk, and the area behind Sephiroth is too dark to ascertain exactly where she is, but it is clear that she is alone, in a place where tall trees cast shadows. She seems thoughtful, but not overly emotional, perhaps even slightly detached, as she speaks.]

There is an idea that has been preoccupying me for some time. Once, I spoke to the Queen and one of her associates--or subordinates--and they said certain things to me that I have not been able to forget.

I was told that we have not truly been removed from our worlds, but that only a part of us has been taken, and while we are here, our other selves, our true selves, continue on in our daily lives.

It is possible that we are merely puppets, simulacra made for the Queen's use or entertainment, and not the people we believe ourselves to be. What if what was taken from us was a copy of our memories, which was then given to a false form? If so, when we leave this place, we will disappear. Our existence and our time here will have been meaningless. Those who have vanished and then return claim to have new memories from their own worlds, but what if they are nothing but new constructs with more stolen memories?

I know of no way to test this theory, but it troubles me. If that were the nature of our existence, I do not know if I would choose to exist.