[ 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. ]
[The girl looms over you, snapping her fingers in front of your face. She's lanky and tall, and red-headed (terrible!), and her eyes are no doubt familiar to Lacus.
Golden gleaming eyes like tiny stars, unnatural and beautiful. Lipochrome.]
Did you go deaf or something? I guess if you're walking in through there, you've probably gone mad too.
[The tomb calls. The voice calls from inside.
'You held the sword aloft... Who held the sword? What was his name? Lacus...']
[ "Why don't you go back to digging for your dead mum's bones and leave me to my business, Nav. This doesn't concern the likes of you." That's what an impulse inside her says, because she's not Lacus Clyne now. Not really. Just enough Lacus Clyne to phrase it a little differently. ]
That isn't any concern of yours. Leave me be, Nav. There's something I need to do here.
[ Because that something is speaking to her. It's in her head and she wants to listen. ]
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And there's another voice, something else entirely, and Lacus-as-Lacus wishes she could listen more closely. ]
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Golden gleaming eyes like tiny stars, unnatural and beautiful. Lipochrome.]
Did you go deaf or something? I guess if you're walking in through there, you've probably gone mad too.
[The tomb calls. The voice calls from inside.
'You held the sword aloft... Who held the sword? What was his name? Lacus...']
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That isn't any concern of yours. Leave me be, Nav. There's something I need to do here.
[ Because that something is speaking to her. It's in her head and she wants to listen. ]