[ My mission has temporarily realigned feels like such a contradiction in terms to we aren’t created with the intent of becoming more. Lucina feels a muscle in her jaw tense, but it's a reflex of thought; not of unhappiness. She believes if she points out the contradiction, she'll only receive another smoothed over response. At the end of the day? No, she doesn't understand, and she doesn't think Connor is nearly as cold as he presents himself.
Looking up for a moment -
Oh.
Trees. They're surrounded by trees. ]
...Where are we?
[ She looks over her shoulder. More trees. In fact, a vastly growing thicket, sewing up the exit behind them. Lucina blinks, and then will swear that those trees had been there the whole time.
She got so distracted by their talk that she forgot to pay attention to their surroundings. A travesty, that. ]
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Looking up for a moment -
Oh.
Trees. They're surrounded by trees. ]
...Where are we?
[ She looks over her shoulder. More trees. In fact, a vastly growing thicket, sewing up the exit behind them. Lucina blinks, and then will swear that those trees had been there the whole time.
She got so distracted by their talk that she forgot to pay attention to their surroundings. A travesty, that. ]