Yet for as much as she devoted into her time in Palitutu's laboratory, fewer and fewer answers were being discovered. It was maddening to say the least, and more than once she found herself pondering if she would have better luck trying o find her own way back to Hera and obtain more answers from Kalki's files. Everything was so fragmented, sometimes it felt as though it was being leaked in segments purposely despite all efforts to figure out the patterns to the Tarutaru's research.
It was almost odd in an uncanny sense that she was finding less and less solace from the disagreements amongst the Heroes and the needs of the planet's residents in her work like she used to. Almost like she'd had at her absolute lowest point.
It had been a few months since she'd been reunited with Vincent and finally met her son. The opportunity to mend those relationships had been enough to keep her going. Yet with roadblock after roadblock, fight after fight that she tried to support the others in battle. All these setbacks were beginning to wear on her already guilt-worn heart. Talks with Ophelia had helped some, including the little secret of Vincent's storytelling time (which she promised never to speak of). Yet the days still seemed to grow longer, and perhaps that was why she left her work early before she take out her frustration on yet another keyboard.
Things would not progress any further if she could not keep a clear head, but for now she was done. Done trying to metaphorically slam her face into the metaphysical brick wall that was the cryptic mess she stared at for hours on end. Done not being able to do much beyond look on from the back row, trying to cover and amplify the others' skills. Though at least with the latter, she felt it was getting them somewhere. Until they figured out how to decifer the rest of the code, the former wouldn't likely change.
While she left early, Lucrecia had no idea where to even go. Her thoughts were still so scattered, trying to locate a pattern in the fragment of the data she'd seen last, that she didn't notice where her feet were guiding her until she neared the Library. Looking at the time, it wasn't long before Vincent would be done with his own shift. Maybe stopping by would help, quiet as it usually was. ...Well, when he and Sheena weren't challenging each other to see who would finish organizing shelves first.
Then again, when weren't they? It always seemed to be a constant whenever she decided to stop by on a day off, mainly looking to see if there were any books with a similar cryptic language as what she'd seen the day before.
Heading inside to one of the study-alcoves away from even the quiet bustle of others studying, she sent a message to Vincent before sitting down in one of the reading chairs. Her exhaustion and exasperation was likely far too obvious, because she had hopes the moogle-page would have told him to meet her after his shift ended in hopes of at least calming herself down on her own for a moment and just appreciate the silence and smell of thousands of books lining the shelves. The footsteps approaching the alcove told her otherwise.
"Hello, Vincent," she greeting him slightly apologetic; she hadn't meant to interrupt his work hours, after all.
(Definitely AU since most other Heroes gonna be crystal in a few days *sob*)
It was almost odd in an uncanny sense that she was finding less and less solace from the disagreements amongst the Heroes and the needs of the planet's residents in her work like she used to. Almost like she'd had at her absolute lowest point.
It had been a few months since she'd been reunited with Vincent and finally met her son. The opportunity to mend those relationships had been enough to keep her going. Yet with roadblock after roadblock, fight after fight that she tried to support the others in battle. All these setbacks were beginning to wear on her already guilt-worn heart. Talks with Ophelia had helped some, including the little secret of Vincent's storytelling time (which she promised never to speak of). Yet the days still seemed to grow longer, and perhaps that was why she left her work early before she take out her frustration on yet another keyboard.
Things would not progress any further if she could not keep a clear head, but for now she was done. Done trying to metaphorically slam her face into the metaphysical brick wall that was the cryptic mess she stared at for hours on end. Done not being able to do much beyond look on from the back row, trying to cover and amplify the others' skills. Though at least with the latter, she felt it was getting them somewhere. Until they figured out how to decifer the rest of the code, the former wouldn't likely change.
While she left early, Lucrecia had no idea where to even go. Her thoughts were still so scattered, trying to locate a pattern in the fragment of the data she'd seen last, that she didn't notice where her feet were guiding her until she neared the Library. Looking at the time, it wasn't long before Vincent would be done with his own shift. Maybe stopping by would help, quiet as it usually was. ...Well, when he and Sheena weren't challenging each other to see who would finish organizing shelves first.
Then again, when weren't they? It always seemed to be a constant whenever she decided to stop by on a day off, mainly looking to see if there were any books with a similar cryptic language as what she'd seen the day before.
Heading inside to one of the study-alcoves away from even the quiet bustle of others studying, she sent a message to Vincent before sitting down in one of the reading chairs. Her exhaustion and exasperation was likely far too obvious, because she had hopes the moogle-page would have told him to meet her after his shift ended in hopes of at least calming herself down on her own for a moment and just appreciate the silence and smell of thousands of books lining the shelves. The footsteps approaching the alcove told her otherwise.
"Hello, Vincent," she greeting him slightly apologetic; she hadn't meant to interrupt his work hours, after all.