[ Oh. That name—his eyes narrow, squinting to see if maybe the illusion would falter for even a second. Lucifer's figure shifts into something fuzzy, but returns back. Still... That name. The sword disappears fast and he flexes his fingers, nails skirting his palm. ]
Lyria... I—
[ As relieved as he would be to hear from anyone from the crew, there's a voice in the back of his mind. Still can't freely trust anyone, even if they claim to be those he knows. Suddenly, the terrain changes for him bringing in another headache. He clutches his head, but his eyes stay on her. ]
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Lyria... I—
[ As relieved as he would be to hear from anyone from the crew, there's a voice in the back of his mind. Still can't freely trust anyone, even if they claim to be those he knows. Suddenly, the terrain changes for him bringing in another headache. He clutches his head, but his eyes stay on her. ]
How do I know you're who you say you are?