>Chuckle darkly.
>"You're doing a poor job, you know. The faeries, the festivals, the black white..."
>Get close to her, speak softly.
>"Little Lumia, trying so hard to be so aloof, so free from care or remorse. But you can't fool me. Only the Buddha is without attachments. And I can see yours clearly."
>Grin.
>"You, Lumia, still care. You envy them. And you can never hide it. You might have even lied to yourself, but not to me."