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Lucretia has a visitor, which is normal. Saving the world means her time is extraordinarily in demand.
It’s an unexpected visitor, which is less normal. She still operates out of a semi-inaccessible moonbase, and there’s very few people capable of showing up unannounced.
Lup walks into her office and shrugs off her jacket—walks in, and she’s wearing a jacket—and grins. “What? Something in my teeth?”
When Lup crosses the room, her footsteps awaken a hundred years of memories of her pacing the Starblaster’s kitchen. Her hair is long, spilling over her shoulders—she hasn’t worn it like that since, what? Cycle seventy-three? Seventy-four?
Lucretia doesn’t move, not even when Lup vaults over her desk, sending papers flurrying into the air. Only when Lup taps her wrist does Lucretia flinch.
“You look like you’ve seen an undead spirit, which, funny, considering—”
“You have a body again.”
“You knew we were growing one.”
Lucretia curls her nails into her palm. “I wasn’t aware the body was done. I don’t…” …talk to Barry. Or Taako. “You didn’t mention it last time.”
Lup shrugs, shoulders tense. “We weren’t totally sure the transfer would work. Barry never used a bone base before.”
Her eyes are so bright. Lucretia hasn’t seen them in twelve years.
“Fortunately,” Lucretia says, hoarse. “Barry’s a genius with necromancy shit.”
Lup laughs, and Lucretia moves without thinking, gripping her hands like they’ll dissolve into mist.
“I’m sorry,” she says, like the hundredth time will make a difference. “I’m sorry I left you like that—”
“And I’m sorry I left,” Lup says, also not for the first time. “You weren’t the only one who tried to save the world all on your own.”
And when Lup yanks her to her feet and hugs her, she’s as warm as Lucretia remembers.

TheQueenHasNoLife Sun 08 Feb 2026 04:03PM UTC
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