[Lusamine exhales a quiet sigh. Regrettably, she does remember saying that.]
Yes... I suppose I did.
[None of it is a secret, exactly, but her reluctance to speak about it is obvious. She could start with a surface-level description—her profession, her old passions, her knowledge of Pokémon... But she senses the strength of Flowey's curiosity. Inevitably, he'll ask her about the things she hates speaking of the most.
Eventually, as she's lifting the watering can and bringing it to the next plant in line, she speaks without looking at him.]
Truthfully, Flowey... I just don't see much reason to reflect on that time. [Yet she's been forced to time and again—in the fog, in the tunnels, in the rain. The thought makes her skin crawl.] That life is—quite literally—worlds away now... And the world I am from ceased being home to me long ago. There is nothing left for me there.
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Yes... I suppose I did.
[None of it is a secret, exactly, but her reluctance to speak about it is obvious. She could start with a surface-level description—her profession, her old passions, her knowledge of Pokémon... But she senses the strength of Flowey's curiosity. Inevitably, he'll ask her about the things she hates speaking of the most.
Eventually, as she's lifting the watering can and bringing it to the next plant in line, she speaks without looking at him.]
Truthfully, Flowey... I just don't see much reason to reflect on that time. [Yet she's been forced to time and again—in the fog, in the tunnels, in the rain. The thought makes her skin crawl.] That life is—quite literally—worlds away now... And the world I am from ceased being home to me long ago. There is nothing left for me there.