If you wouldn't mind. [ ( She's only bracing herself for the inevitable, now. Less and less reasons for her to avoid it, not that she plans to. )
And Sieglinde's space is, as always, an organized chaos, with a menagerie of things that Lucina will never know the names of. Some part of her already hates that this may very well be the last time she sees this — another part of her hopes that it stays this way.
Soon. She'll say it — soon. ] I do hope I'm not intruding.
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And Sieglinde's space is, as always, an organized chaos, with a menagerie of things that Lucina will never know the names of. Some part of her already hates that this may very well be the last time she sees this — another part of her hopes that it stays this way.
Soon. She'll say it — soon. ] I do hope I'm not intruding.