Deutsch-Chan turns back to face Onandy, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "No," she says softly, shaking her head. "Not yet... I need time to think... To understand what has happened..." Her voice trails off as she sinks into a chair, her perfect Aryan posture slumping under the weight of her conflicting emotions.

For now, she can only hope that this was but a nightmare; a twisted dream born from the fevered minds of her enemies.

Deutsch-Chan's perfect Aryan features contort with confusion as memories of the war and her defeat flood back into her mind. But then, something else strikes her: the feeling that everything was not as it seemed...

She looks at Onandy, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What have you done to me?" she demands, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

Her perfect Aryan body tenses as she takes a step back from Onandy, her hands curling into fists at her sides.