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A Magical Girl's past is either a perfect walk in the park or fucked up to the point of being hilarious. Now you know where Lifa fits.
ರೃ Lucinda: What did you do?
Lifa: First, I called the police. They snitched- the police itself snitched. He tied me to a chair so his friends could take turns burning me with cigarettes and pouring beer all over me. Kept calling me ugly as shit, but I’m thankful for that because at least they didn’t touch me.
Lucinda nods.
ರೃ Lucinda: That does certainly seem convenient.
…Lifa gives up a little wounded smile.
Lifa: It must be very hard being as beautiful as you. Anyway... Back then, I was already on their radar because I had already snitched, and, like you, they weren’t that good at telling intent- so they were going to kill me to make sure.
ರೃ Lucinda: Keep going.
Lifa: …Coffee.
Lucinda waits; Lifa says nothing more.
ರೃ Lucinda: Coffee.
Lifa: (nodding) Coffee.
…….coffee. Nah nah nah nah, no way in hell. That would be too much of a coincidence!
ರೃ Lucinda: Coffee… how? I remember what I said. I meant it as an exaggeration.
Lifa: (giggles) Does that mean that you also make jokes sometimes?
ರೃ Lucinda: This is a joke, then.
Lifa shakes her head like she was at a rave.
Lifa: They were onto me, remember? My brother kept on living here with me to keep appearances, though I’m fairly sure he just enjoyed scaring me. Either he was paranoid or he knew somehow that I wanted to kill him, so… there wasn’t much more I could use.
ರೃ Lucinda: And you used coffee to kill him.
Lifa nods.
ರೃ Lucinda: I think that you are lying. Third-degree burns are treatable. Coffee cannot be lethal.
Lifa: It can.
ರೃ Lucinda: It can’t.
Lifa: It can.
ರೃ Lucinda: Stop. If it can, tell me how.
Lifa: With… with a syringe, Lucinda. With a syringe.
…You and Lucinda both, at the same time and rhythm, furrow brows.
