[ He's welcome to ask - about the faint mismatch of her eyes, the conceit of her outfit, any of it. Lucina doesn't disdain questions. She answers them when she has the information to give, if it is indeed hers to give. Whether or not he takes offense, well... To be strictly honest, she doesn't notice. Like an irritatingly well-meaning bulldozer, she doesn't always consider the consequences to her starkly earnest bouts of kindness.
As for what he says? Lucina shrugs. It's deceptively casual. ]
Perhaps you are right. ... [ She can't spend her life in a mausoleum, even a strange one, compromised of too-pure metals and pumping hydraulics. ] I'll be off, then.
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As for what he says? Lucina shrugs. It's deceptively casual. ]
Perhaps you are right. ... [ She can't spend her life in a mausoleum, even a strange one, compromised of too-pure metals and pumping hydraulics. ] I'll be off, then.