[ This far gone, Lucy doesn't know what being sorted out would entail.
A small, hopeless part of her can see this for what it is: a corruption. She's been turned into a monster and there's fucking nothing she can do about it. But that's only a small piece, and the larger portion of her is being drowned by a torrent of internal screaming. About Smasher. About keeping people safe. About wanting run to away, wanting to find him and fight.
All she knows is that, like this, she can keep people safe. She can wrap them and store them and keep them away from Smasher.
So. She will have to go get Tenma, and hope that in doing so, she can shred that false skin and bring Musashi back.
The noise that comes out of her can only be described as a hiss. Like this, she towers over Tenma, and she intends on using that size, going for a tackle. On the way, she lashes out with her wrist wires, slashing through the space in front of her and hoping to trap Tenma's swords. ]
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A small, hopeless part of her can see this for what it is: a corruption. She's been turned into a monster and there's fucking nothing she can do about it. But that's only a small piece, and the larger portion of her is being drowned by a torrent of internal screaming. About Smasher. About keeping people safe. About wanting run to away, wanting to find him and fight.
All she knows is that, like this, she can keep people safe. She can wrap them and store them and keep them away from Smasher.
So. She will have to go get Tenma, and hope that in doing so, she can shred that false skin and bring Musashi back.
The noise that comes out of her can only be described as a hiss. Like this, she towers over Tenma, and she intends on using that size, going for a tackle. On the way, she lashes out with her wrist wires, slashing through the space in front of her and hoping to trap Tenma's swords. ]