[Alice stares uncomfortably at her journal. This was hard enough to admit to Regina and Makoto, but Aguri... last Alice remembered, Aguri was someone very critical of how they approached being Precure. It was perhaps deserved, but in spite of her age it was almost like confessing to a teacher you did something wrong.]

There is... a terrible sort of magic in this world. It can make you preform acts you would never wish, or transform you in terrible ways...

[A breath, and she continues.] Rikka, Mana, and myself... all of us have been afflicted by such things at various points here. We... [She trails off, an attempt to keep her normally polite and even tone something of an obvious struggle. Distance from the things she did helped in being able to talk about them, but only so much.] We have been made to do terrible things, Aguri-chan.