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Lucinda turns to meet the anime box with certain trust issues.
Lifa: It’s like a Christmas present. Open it.
ರೃ Lucinda: Do I tear it apart?
Lifa: I know you like tearing cute girls apart, but spare my goddamn box Lucinda Newhorn.
Patching: Lucinda, tear master apart, she’ll feel cute. CAW.
What dark humor- but she doesn’t. Lucinda just lifts the side of the box right in front of her and turns it around. The baby mammoth simply stares at her with those brown eyes, as inquisitive as her own, as the trunk between its tiny tusks keeps on smelling the floor.
Lifa: Now; no sudden loud noises because we don’t want to scare it. But; congratulations.
Lifa claps just a little bit as Lucinda kneels in front of the baby mammoth. Its trunk smells her dainty hand even after the blonde picks it up and stands. Now flying on her arms, the revived mammoth moves its legs as if it were swimming.
ರೃ Lucinda: I don’t know what I should feel right now.
Lifa: What you should feel? That's never up to us. But, you DO feel something, right?
ರೃ Lucinda: I do. I feel something intense.
Lifa: Are you happy?
ರೃ Lucinda: I do not know if I’m happy.
