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     There's a brief moment of contemplation, like Lu Guang must think deeply to find words that inevitably occur to yet, she stay perched on the tip of her tongue. Why speak of the truth, when all that would do is bring grief and heartache? Why worry the love of her lives, when her's is immortal pain that must be suffered over and over again?

     "No," Lu Guang says, lies, and her gaze does not flicker, nor do her features. Not once, despite the flash of chokingagonydarkness occurring in her memories. Not once, but twice. The feeling of dying, experienced by the living... as gentle as the wind that curls amongst ivory strands of hair, she pushes them away.

     It's certainly a strange conundrum. She doesn't let her situation get to her. She has such a short life, after all, as fate seems to dictate and Vein has deigned to appear to her despite the heartache, despite the lack of assurance that Lu Guang will remember her. How awful that must feel, Lu Guang thinks, and simply allows a smile to curve her lips. 

     "No," she repeats, soft and assuring, and reaches up to grip Vein's chin with a thumb and forefinger. She goes on her tip toes as she gently guides Vein's lips down, down, down to press gently against hers. "My mind is filled with love only for you."