Her dagger is in her hand. She was so close to getting her revenge, just a few steps away until she never had to see that awful face again... Her grip tightens on its hilt, as both Serge and Corrin's words wash over her. Her eyes close— Serge isn't a cruel person, no. But she needed to avenge... ...
"WAIT!" she yelled, eyes snapping open again, as a cold realization set in. There's a slow turn towards Serge at her side.
"How do you know Lucca's name?" came the question, almost simple at first, but with a much darker connotation the more it hung in the air between them. "Not once did I ever mention Lucca's name to you, Serge..."
And there's a glance at Lynx— the pathetic, groveling Lynx on the ground... with a look in his eyes different from the inhumane, cold gaze she saw almost every night in her dreams. There was a familiar spark she found there, as it felt like something cold crept down her spine as the pieces clicked together as she looked from Lynx, to Corrin, and to Serge...
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"WAIT!" she yelled, eyes snapping open again, as a cold realization set in. There's a slow turn towards Serge at her side.
"How do you know Lucca's name?" came the question, almost simple at first, but with a much darker connotation the more it hung in the air between them. "Not once did I ever mention Lucca's name to you, Serge..."
And there's a glance at Lynx— the pathetic, groveling Lynx on the ground... with a look in his eyes different from the inhumane, cold gaze she saw almost every night in her dreams. There was a familiar spark she found there, as it felt like something cold crept down her spine as the pieces clicked together as she looked from Lynx, to Corrin, and to Serge...
"No... Don't tell me you're...?!"