[ Lucy's own Bursterfly is sitting on her shoulder, the tip of its wing resting against her cheek as she struggles with the creature's howling. After a moment, she manages to scrape up enough will to send it flying, joining Gilgamesh's in a flurry of synchronization, floating low around the rogue AI's feet to distract it.
His suggestion is a good idea, and she remembers his explanation of how he'd been harnessing his own Bios: having an object for both of them to grasp. Lucy has been experimenting with her own method -- slow-going, she thinks, because the concept of magic is still so foreign to her -- but in an emergency situation, she'd feel better about relying on something that has a better success rate. Namely, his strategy, and not hers.
Lucy's nature is not a trustful one. It had been, when she was little. When the other children around her had been just as terrified and lonely as she was. When they were the only people she could count on, and the adults with their scalpels and injections and awful smiles were monsters in the dark. But Night City had beaten any remnant of trust out of her.
Extending her hand feels like an impossible thing to do, but she forces herself to do it. ]
Let's try.
[ It's as firm as she can make it, hand held palm-open, waiting for Gilgamesh. ]
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His suggestion is a good idea, and she remembers his explanation of how he'd been harnessing his own Bios: having an object for both of them to grasp. Lucy has been experimenting with her own method -- slow-going, she thinks, because the concept of magic is still so foreign to her -- but in an emergency situation, she'd feel better about relying on something that has a better success rate. Namely, his strategy, and not hers.
Lucy's nature is not a trustful one. It had been, when she was little. When the other children around her had been just as terrified and lonely as she was. When they were the only people she could count on, and the adults with their scalpels and injections and awful smiles were monsters in the dark. But Night City had beaten any remnant of trust out of her.
Extending her hand feels like an impossible thing to do, but she forces herself to do it. ]
Let's try.
[ It's as firm as she can make it, hand held palm-open, waiting for Gilgamesh. ]