[Macha is right to be suspicious, but it doesn't matter if he doubts him or believes him. Hooking his pinky around Macha's, Lily gives it a nice, firm shake, but there's nothing reassuring about his promises. There never is.]

Of course. And when I break my promise, you won't feel a thing. Not even anger. Not even sadness.

[As he releases Macha from their pinky promise, Lily begins to flicker and fade, pixels and chunks of code breaking off his person and flitting away.

All dreams must come to an end some day. One day, Macha will wake up and know nothing of his former life. One day, he'll know only his purpose, finally equipped with a reason to exist and a role to fulfill. That day swiftly approaches, and before Macha knows it, he'll finally know what true happiness looks like.]

Perform your duties well, dear Macha. Only then will Tarvos be yours to do with as you please. His fate rests in your hands.

[No matter how much Macha might grab or claw at him, his fingers will pass straight through him. Eventually, Lily fades away entirely, leaving Macha's dream draped in shades of grey and black.]