Huh? [ And for a moment, the smile breaks — left with nothing Lucina blinking at Veronica — before she regains some of her composure. She shakes her head. ] Not very much, I'm afraid.
... I come bearing news. [ Calm, composed. ] I'm afraid it's not very... pleasant.
... I come bearing news. [ Calm, composed. ] I'm afraid it's not very... pleasant.
[ There's a pause, disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. She nods. ]
It is. [ No need to beat around the bush anymore. ] I received my reassignment this morning — I'll be leaving later tonight.
[ How strange to get her own, after seeing so many of her friends explain the same thing to her. The smile's finally gone. ] ... I'm sorry.
It is. [ No need to beat around the bush anymore. ] I received my reassignment this morning — I'll be leaving later tonight.
[ How strange to get her own, after seeing so many of her friends explain the same thing to her. The smile's finally gone. ] ... I'm sorry.
[ Logically, it makes sense — she's accepted the reasoning for what Hathaway does ages ago. But suddenly, every single apology she's received makes perfect sense. Agreement or otherwise, they're friends now. To up and leave them all behind is—
She exhales, slowly. ] Still. [ Expectations, or otherwise. She can't argue with it, but ...
Lucina hopes that the silence speaks for her, instead. As for the marbles— ]
I would not be opposed to it... though I'd prefer to keep them as a keepsake.
She exhales, slowly. ] Still. [ Expectations, or otherwise. She can't argue with it, but ...
Lucina hopes that the silence speaks for her, instead. As for the marbles— ]
I would not be opposed to it... though I'd prefer to keep them as a keepsake.
Huh— [ Her eyebrows furrow, the confusion equal on her side. Until she raises her hands up to shoulder-level, palms forward as she gently shakes them. ] Oh, no — I just mean ...
[ She lowers her hands. ] They are a matching pair. I was hoping that they'd be less of a tool, and more of a ... reminder. Of our friendship. [ #gross ]
[ She lowers her hands. ] They are a matching pair. I was hoping that they'd be less of a tool, and more of a ... reminder. Of our friendship. [ #gross ]
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