Location: Pyrettania Central Cemetery
Time: 9:22 AST
After a rather splendid weekend spent with Asuna Lucinda had attained the required permissions to visit a cemetery where a soul special to her was buried. As they approached the site of her grave Lucinda asked them to remain a distance behind, "Please," she said, "this is something I must do alone. I have already missed a few years due to circumstances we both understand, I'm already trespassing in a way, don't bring another trespass on her memory, please?" she said to the Achkaerinese operative who, after a moment, finally relented to her request. "Thank you," she said as she hung her head, "I have someone to apologize to for stealing the life ahead of them. I promise I'll return, I'm not one to run and you know that much already."
While many moments passed in silence Lucinda finally spoke, "You'd be 23 now, perhaps a university graduate, still with your future ahead of you," she said as she laid one flower down. "I don't know if you'd have found love by this point, but I'd like to imagine you'd have someone supportive at your side and, if they were nothing less than supportive, I'd sort them out for you, I promise," she continued, laying another flower down. "You'd still have your entire future ahead if I hadn't been there that day," she paused as a tear gave way to gravity and hit the ground beneath her, "all of that, probably more, you'd have seen. Nine years have passed," she continued as she rested her head against her tombstone, "it doesn't become easier though, if it weren't for me you'd have been so much by now and yet," she sighed, "you're just, not. Your life ended and you've your assassin crying over your grave, all over some poor intelligence, it isn't fair and it isn't right and I am so very, very sorry. You deserved so much better, and so much more than me, damn it all, I'm sorry..."
When she heard a twig break behind her Lucinda's instincts took over and she rose to her feet, turning in the direction of the noise yet seconds later she found herself pinned to the ground. "You insufferable bastard, not even a respect for the dead?" she spoke defiantly through the weight of the stock of their gun forced upon her throat, forcing him off with a burst of adrenaline from her legs before finding herself atop her would-be assailant. "You bastard, you disrespectful bastard," she continued as she let loose with punches from her left and right hands, rendering his face into a bloody pudding before anyone could run to intervene. "Am I not even aloud to mourn? What more do you wish to take from me, that you attempt to kill me here?" her voice raised to a shriek before Hazel could finally tear her apart from him and respond to, and when she ascertained the scene before her found Lucinda punching what had now become a mound of flesh upon the ground beneath her.
"By the Goddessess I am tired, so tired, of this," she said as her hands stopped. "Is the only thing I am proficient at is ending life...is this what I was born for because," she said as she punched the face beneath her three or four more times, "I am so Goddesses-damned sick of it, I am tired of ending lives, because..." "He's still alive, just stop," the voice came, which saw Lucinda stand up and back off. "I should've had you come with me," she paused before breaking down into tears and falling to her knees, "I can't even mourn the dead without someone wishing to hurt me, damn it, damn it all," she said as she descended again, her fist rose which was swiftly caught by Hazel who gave her a stern look. "Get back to the car, you don't want to finish this, not this way at least, you understand?" Lucinda paused, for the first time struck by the scene before her, "I leave it in your hands, then. I'm sorry you have to clean up my mess..."