Lucille stops and removes her head, grumbling. "What? You mean you didn't hear about the attack in the marketplace earlier? The mercenary was one of the witnesses, and engaged in battle with the elementals alongside myself and someone else!" "My job right now is to get to the bottom of the attack, and hopefully find those responsible, and bring them to justice." She says with a stoic tone, that seems to . "And why do I care? I'm not even sure, myself... I guess it gave me something to fight for instead of mindlessly butchering people. Barging into homes and killing people gets boring after the first half-dozen years or so." She shrugs. "I also still cling onto the hope that there's something or someone out there that can help me with this." Lucia points to the rings on her neck. "It's like being two halves of two different people, and as some sort of cosmic joke, I can only act relatively normal when I'm carrying my head around in my hands like a basket." She sneers.
"And about the ghoul... I don't really have much of an excuse for that, I just do it because it gives a feeling of control." Lucia looks away, a tiny sliver of guilt and disgust rearing it's head inside her dead, unbeating heart.