The imprisoned Rouge is lost in an illusion that can’t be called either a dream or a memory: her life just after she was born, her days with her kind older brother Gene and her father Roy... as well as an unfamiliar woman and a masked man.
Folks come in all types, I guess. Well, bye.
.النّاس عدّة أنواع على ما أظنّ. حسنًا، الوداع
Tja, ein jeder ist unterschiedlich.
Also dann …
Las apariencias engañan. Adiós.
Las apariencias engañan. Adiós.
Après tout, on a tous nos secrets.
Enfin bref !
Beh, ognuno ha i suoi segreti. Ti saluto!
Cada um tem sua história, né? Até mais!
Ну, у всех свои секреты.