[ It's a familiar sentiment, really. Before Ange got her own actual chance, she already had imagined it so many times. Despite being such a little kid, there would have to be something she could do. ]

Because I got that chance. [ She replies, her gaze fixed on the other Ange and the guy in the chair, rather than on Mako himself. Like she's trying to burn the sight into her eyes. ] At some point, a witch appeared before me. She told me that I had a chance to save my family. Apparently another witch had killed them all, and she had lured my brother into playing a game with her, with the lives of our family at stake.

[ It's not hard to tell that it's what's going on here, considering the way Ange's brother and the blonde woman are seated opposite each other. The woman does seem kind of otherworldly, with her fancy big dress and the golden pipe she's holding in one hand. ]

She told me that I could go back in time and join the game at my brother's side, to help him win and bring our family back home. So I took that chance.

[ Finally the memory starts to move more. The Ange in the memory grabs onto her brother's suit, clenching the fabric in her hands. There's desperation in her eyes as she speaks up, so much more emotion than there usually is in Ange's tone as she speaks up: "Your little sister is waiting at home for you to come back. If even you don't come back, she'll be all alone forever...! For your little sister's sake, please, win this witch's game...!" ]

The only condition was.. that I wasn't allowed to tell him who I really was.