[That makes Lucinda bite her lower lip. When it comes to her memories... Well, her story was well-known among the Esper Collective but at least no one would bring it up unless they were trying to be demeaning. And those were the kind of people she wouldn't have as company anyway.

Sharing was not inherently something she was against but it was no less agonizing. But they were stuck in the vault until then and she couldn't suggest anything else.]

... My mother would dress me up. [Lucinda moves to lean her back against the door. The jade bracelet dangles from her index finger. Her face is expressionless.]

I had a role to play and had to look the part.

[The unfortunate fact is that for Lucinda, her memory required context.]

Daan? Do you believe in ghosts?