[She doesn't want to give a hopeless answer but neither is she a big believer in being needlessly hopeful either. Lucinda stands up straight to prepare to go back inside her apartment.]
They do say that it gets worse before it gets better.
[Casual, airy, distant. Neither cynical nor optimistic.]
The only way for this to get worse I should think... Is if you're entirely alone.
[(she feels so alone without flora, feather, and fang)
She offers one last smile to Peter.]
You're not alone here. That's a bright spot. [She waves to him and turns to step inside her room.]
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[She doesn't want to give a hopeless answer but neither is she a big believer in being needlessly hopeful either. Lucinda stands up straight to prepare to go back inside her apartment.]
They do say that it gets worse before it gets better.
[Casual, airy, distant. Neither cynical nor optimistic.]
The only way for this to get worse I should think... Is if you're entirely alone.
[(she feels so alone without flora, feather, and fang)
She offers one last smile to Peter.]
You're not alone here. That's a bright spot. [She waves to him and turns to step inside her room.]
Good night, Peter.