[ Blinking a few times as he whispers to her, the young girl looks at the self-proclaimed friendly spirit. ]

I will?

[ Lux looks up at him through her bangs, her expression a bit uncertain but hopeful, and perhaps a bit worried. A bit more than a bit. She wasn't willing to admit out loud that she was a bit afraid, and for an instance she looks like her old self, bits of prismatic luminescence peeking through that head of bright, straw yellow hair. She almost seems to even recognize him; almost.

When she looks down again, it fades, and she smiles a bit sadly. ]

I... I'm not sure I can leave.

[ Her voice sounds level, a bit closer to how she might normally speak to him, the colors and details around the room a bit more muted. Maybe his words were reaching her after all. Maybe this all wasn't just a memory for her. ]

Even if I were to have some kind of grand adventure, I have to come back here. After all of that. It's what is expected of me. I can't escape it.

I hate it. I hate it all. Every last bit.