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>You found a picture of little Lifa with her family.
Now, this is a good start- little Lifa and mom and dad and big bro! It was stashed away even under the manga drafts with tentacles, right under that one manga with former President Barack Obama. Top secret.
Now, it’s falling from its shelve-
now it calls the girls with the loud ‘clank’ of broken glass, stealing a girlish whimper from Lifa and making Lucinda transform instantly. Shocked then fascinated by the transformation, the little necro-lich looks at the asymmetric white dress, at Lucinda’s veil of chains, at the absurdly bulky scythe, at that single butterfly reaching out to her- but the show ends before she gets to touch it. Untransformed already, Lucinda picks up the broken picture frame.
ರೃ Lucinda: This place is falling apart. What is this?
Lifa: Um, let me look- Huh?! That was stashed away!
ರೃ Lucinda: Poorly, if that was the case. Do not hide that you are clumsy. It won't help your credibility.
Lifa: I’m not, and I’m not hiding anything.
ರೃ Lucinda: You almost killed a man. Out of clumsiness.
Lifa: LOOK, it’s my fault it poured on him, all happy here, now: it’s not my fault that the baristas get their coffee from Mount Vesuvius!
ರೃ Lucinda: This is you.
Both look closer at the picture. Lifa sighs.
Lifa: That’s my little sister Cla- it’s not, it’s just little me. I was going to lie as a joke. Please give me that.
Lucinda hands it over.
ರೃ Lucinda: You have a brother.
Lifa: I do. Don’t worry, I won’t talk about my personal life.
ರೃ Lucinda: Do.
Lifa: Look, Lady Lu: you've made it perfectly clear that we won’t be having a relationship of any sort after this. And I’ve already made my point.
ರೃ Lucinda: You want to know more of me, yet you do not want me to know you. That is not fair.
Lifa: As I told you in the messages, that's not needed anymore. And you can know enough of me without knowing my dramas and traumas anyway.
ರೃ Lucinda: When is it enough? When was it going to be enough for you?
Lifa just... looks at her.
