It's the only thing Lucy can think of saying. The only thing she should say. There's a million other things she wants to say--
So it's my fault she had to change?
I don't care what her reasons were, she promised me.
If she comes back, I'll forgive her anything.
Why does everyone I love have to sacrifice so much to save me?
But the last one rattles her so much that it stays her tongue. It's been nearly two years since she lost David; one year in Night City and on the moon, and then nearly a year here in Magisteria. Nobody could accuse her of moving on too fast. But sometimes it feels that way. Sometimes it feels like she only lost David yesterday, and that sharpness of sensation has only been made worse by the fact that Smasher's in the city right now, tearing through some mall while the cops try to trap him.
To use the word love for Musashi feels premature, and yet... far truer than Lucy is ready to admit. She shies away from even the thought of it, even as it feels right.
She forces herself to look at Tenma; to really look. It's Musashi's face and voice and body, but everything within has changed, and what looks out of those eyes now is a warrior that just wants to rest. For a moment, Lucy feels horribly selfish -- Tenma is a person, a whole person that Lucy's snapping at to shove herself back into the box of oblivion and go away just so she can get Musashi back.
"Thank you," she says at length. "For the explanation."
She still doesn't think what Musashi did was necessary, though. She should have just fucking stayed in the apartments and let Lucy go be her corrupted self elsewhere. Except then she might have started killing people, and... shit, maybe Musashi had a point. Ugh.
"I guess," she says reluctantly, "if we ever do have to meet again, I wouldn't be too mad. Now that I know you're not some asshole trying to take over."
It's not the most graceful send-off, but it'll have to do.
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It's the only thing Lucy can think of saying. The only thing she should say. There's a million other things she wants to say--
So it's my fault she had to change?
I don't care what her reasons were, she promised me.
If she comes back, I'll forgive her anything.
Why does everyone I love have to sacrifice so much to save me?
But the last one rattles her so much that it stays her tongue. It's been nearly two years since she lost David; one year in Night City and on the moon, and then nearly a year here in Magisteria. Nobody could accuse her of moving on too fast. But sometimes it feels that way. Sometimes it feels like she only lost David yesterday, and that sharpness of sensation has only been made worse by the fact that Smasher's in the city right now, tearing through some mall while the cops try to trap him.
To use the word love for Musashi feels premature, and yet... far truer than Lucy is ready to admit. She shies away from even the thought of it, even as it feels right.
She forces herself to look at Tenma; to really look. It's Musashi's face and voice and body, but everything within has changed, and what looks out of those eyes now is a warrior that just wants to rest. For a moment, Lucy feels horribly selfish -- Tenma is a person, a whole person that Lucy's snapping at to shove herself back into the box of oblivion and go away just so she can get Musashi back.
"Thank you," she says at length. "For the explanation."
She still doesn't think what Musashi did was necessary, though. She should have just fucking stayed in the apartments and let Lucy go be her corrupted self elsewhere. Except then she might have started killing people, and... shit, maybe Musashi had a point. Ugh.
"I guess," she says reluctantly, "if we ever do have to meet again, I wouldn't be too mad. Now that I know you're not some asshole trying to take over."
It's not the most graceful send-off, but it'll have to do.