[ Lacus is Lacus and yet she isn't. There are feelings and motivations inside of her that are foreign, based on memories she has no real access to. She responds to a name that isn't hers, except right now it is and turns to face a perfect stranger who isn't strange to her now.
And there's another voice, something else entirely, and Lacus-as-Lacus wishes she could listen more closely. ]
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And there's another voice, something else entirely, and Lacus-as-Lacus wishes she could listen more closely. ]