Lena would be okay.
Even in the original story, she had managed to overcome the brainwashing—at least, to some extent.
After being forced to fight her own comrades, after being pushed again and again until her body and mind reached their limits, she finally realized that something about herself was wrong.
She refused the villains when they tried to persuade her.
She rejected their honeyed words and empty promises.
And in the end, she willingly gave up her life.
Tricked by the very people who claimed they would save her, she died without ever realizing the truth.
The stuffed doll she cherished so dearly—what she believed to be a real person, someone who loved her and stayed by her side—was nothing more than an illusion.
A projection born from her greatest trauma and her most precious longing.
A trap she could neither deny nor escape, even after realizing it was a lie.
She died a futile, lonely death.
…It would probably be the same this time too.
That was what I thought.
