[ Lacus can't say this makes any sense in the logic of her world, but intuitively, she understands how this could happen. How a body would reject a foreign presence, a soul it wasn't made for or shaped by.
'These eyes aren't mine,' Nona had said and she'd meant more than amnesia. Nona isn't like Mu la Flaga who has been brainwashed to be Neo Roanoke. She's something else entirely, smiling at her with a stranger's face.
It's an awkward angle, sitting the way they are, but Lacus bends over so she can pull Nona into a hug. ]
Nona... Is there nothing anybody can do? Not even the necromancers?
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'These eyes aren't mine,' Nona had said and she'd meant more than amnesia. Nona isn't like Mu la Flaga who has been brainwashed to be Neo Roanoke. She's something else entirely, smiling at her with a stranger's face.
It's an awkward angle, sitting the way they are, but Lacus bends over so she can pull Nona into a hug. ]
Nona... Is there nothing anybody can do? Not even the necromancers?