"I know," Lucy said, more of an edge in her voice than was necessary, in an attempt to mask the vulnerability below it, "because there are dozens of corpses on the ground, and they're all my brother. It isn't possible. I've had this dream before, and..." Trailing off, she shook her head, eyes closing for a moment. She could allow herself to breathe, hidden behind the expanse of Ishiah's wings, even as a part of her was itching for a fight, desperate to make a point that the people she loved were not to be fucked with. Not Max, not Ishiah; she would do anything it took to keep it that way, including kill.

She lowered the gun anyway, having no need to keep it aimed at Ishiah's back, though she was ready to use it again if she needed to, the tension in her shoulders not yet dissipating. "What's the last thing you remember?" she asked somewhat abruptly, a way of saying that she didn't know why the knowledge wasn't enough. Because she didn't know, she had to figure it out. "Before you were here, what... what do you remember?"