[ ... She's not so good of an actress that she can keep her face from falling when he calls her stranger, in the end. Lucina draws in a breath, and it's shaky, almost compromised. His gentle smile can only do much to calm her when he's treating her the way he should, hurting her with entirely necessary disregard.
It hasn't even occurred to her that his memories might not match hers. She's not thinking that abstractly. It's some sort of cruel sorcery, a trick, a jape.
Lucina sighs, swallows, and perseveres. ]
Yes. I've only just arrived. It may well be as foreign to myself as it is to you.
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It hasn't even occurred to her that his memories might not match hers. She's not thinking that abstractly. It's some sort of cruel sorcery, a trick, a jape.
Lucina sighs, swallows, and perseveres. ]
Yes. I've only just arrived. It may well be as foreign to myself as it is to you.