She wishes she didn't, but Lucy remembers all of the shit she did as the corrupted version of herself. The silver lining is that she didn't really hurt anybody, but she's pretty sure that's purely circumstantial. She could have. Easily. She just never got the chance.
The only hazy bit is the de-corruption part. Someone with a power granted to them by being A Big Fucking Hero or something, whatever, she'll thank them properly later. She'd cleaned up after herself the best she could, cutting people loose from the webs she'd threaded through the Entertainment District -- the Fractured, she'd left as is. The more information they're learning about them, the sorrier she's starting to feel for them, but they're still dangerous.
So. Here she is, back in her apartment, kind of hiding out from everything, when she gets a text from fucking Tenma.
Lucy's been... trying to avoid thinking about that topic, and failing miserably. She'd understood the concept when Musashi had explained it to her, but Musashi had made it sound like her Saber self would never take her place, like she was this whole other separate person. Except that Saber version has done exactly what Lucy had feared. Taking over Musashi like a ghost in the machine. Lucy's corrupted self had been fucking furious about it; this Lucy just feels lost, unmoored like she's suddenly lost her anchor in an unfamiliar sea.
She guesses she has no choice but to turn up at Musashi's apartment.
She rings the doorbell, and when the door opens, Lucy bites the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from shifting expression. It's Musashi's face, Musashi's body, but totally different. That cocky, easy grin: gone. That bold, square-shouldered stance: gone. Lucy forces herself into indifference, like she's bored. Like she's not desperately vibrating inside with the hope that her Musashi really will return.
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She wishes she didn't, but Lucy remembers all of the shit she did as the corrupted version of herself. The silver lining is that she didn't really hurt anybody, but she's pretty sure that's purely circumstantial. She could have. Easily. She just never got the chance.
The only hazy bit is the de-corruption part. Someone with a power granted to them by being A Big Fucking Hero or something, whatever, she'll thank them properly later. She'd cleaned up after herself the best she could, cutting people loose from the webs she'd threaded through the Entertainment District -- the Fractured, she'd left as is. The more information they're learning about them, the sorrier she's starting to feel for them, but they're still dangerous.
So. Here she is, back in her apartment, kind of hiding out from everything, when she gets a text from fucking Tenma.
Lucy's been... trying to avoid thinking about that topic, and failing miserably. She'd understood the concept when Musashi had explained it to her, but Musashi had made it sound like her Saber self would never take her place, like she was this whole other separate person. Except that Saber version has done exactly what Lucy had feared. Taking over Musashi like a ghost in the machine. Lucy's corrupted self had been fucking furious about it; this Lucy just feels lost, unmoored like she's suddenly lost her anchor in an unfamiliar sea.
She guesses she has no choice but to turn up at Musashi's apartment.
She rings the doorbell, and when the door opens, Lucy bites the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from shifting expression. It's Musashi's face, Musashi's body, but totally different. That cocky, easy grin: gone. That bold, square-shouldered stance: gone. Lucy forces herself into indifference, like she's bored. Like she's not desperately vibrating inside with the hope that her Musashi really will return.
"I'm here. What do you want?"