[The words are...a relief, as the specter relinquishes its grip with a hiss of rage, but equally painful as she realizes her mother might not be there. It's been a long time. She thought she could do it - could stand up to her now. But Guzma's not here. And she's not saying Lance is lying but how could that iron grip have been anything but real? It's confusing and it hurts to think that either option might be true.
She forces herself not to turn and look at Lusamine when she starts offering what she knows Lillie wants to hear. Promises of family, of peace. To come back and all will be forgiven. She can take Lillie home, Gladion will be there, it will be like it used to be.
It's a lie - real Lusamine or not, it's a whole string of lies. She knows that by now. She rubs the red marks on her arm where her mother's fingers had dug in to hold her still.]
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She forces herself not to turn and look at Lusamine when she starts offering what she knows Lillie wants to hear. Promises of family, of peace. To come back and all will be forgiven. She can take Lillie home, Gladion will be there, it will be like it used to be.
It's a lie - real Lusamine or not, it's a whole string of lies. She knows that by now. She rubs the red marks on her arm where her mother's fingers had dug in to hold her still.]
It's...not real? But, how is that possible...?