“Do people spend years wondering how the hell the world works and how the hell they are supposed to fit into it? Or is this too much thinking, and life’s supposed to just... be had as it happens, one step at a time?”
Whether the little monologue has any connection to the piece of broken mirror he is holding in his hand, Luceus is not sure; it’s most likely not. It is meant to distract from his bleeding, though – if anyone’s listening, that is.
“I’m just wondering. It’s... whatever.”











