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>The violin
Often, you’d stop your many stalkings just to hear little obedient Lucinda, not-so-little-or-obedient Lucinda, and then Lucinda the Fucknado play the violin. Like right now. She was so convinced that riches would bring her paradise that all of that enthusiasm, always absent from her face, was spent on her fingers. A wounded Lifa stares at her wordlessly. Sharp notes fill the air, daughters of Lucinda’s chilling mastery and the soul of Mozart.
Lifa: …
Lucinda, you think as she plays, is the only Magical Girl you’ve known to bear all of the actual attributes that humans associate with true nobility- except for the gold and heritage. Elegant, steadfast, commanding, prideful in her honor, skilled in many fields, present on the field of battle, a checkmark in each item about standards of beauty… If anything, their parents did terrific work turning her into the ideal woman from the Medieval Ages. Until Kyubey.
ರೃ Lucinda: I do not know if you are enjoying this.
Lifa: I… what! Yes, I am, it’s just, I didn’t think I that should talk.
ರೃ Lucinda: You may.
Lifa: What should I say… What is that song?
ರೃ Lucinda: It’s Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Requiem, his final composition. He passed away before finishing it.
Lifa: Requiem?
Lifa looks like she’s connecting the dots.
Lifa: You said you didn’t care.
ರೃ Lucinda: I do not care to know the details.
