[ The locket, and realization of what must be in it, finally clicks as it opens... but Trucy does not say anything about her and focuses on Apollo.
It does not take a bracelet to realize this is a moment to focus, and though Lamiroir pays careful attention to Apollo's question, one that deserves and needs answering, she can't help but ponder why Trucy is behaving like that. Has she somehow hurt her...? She feels hurt herself, though she knows Trucy hardly meant for that.
Unfortunately, Apollo's question is a difficult one, and she closes her eyes momentarily, thinking of the past and regrets she had until recently forgotten. There were lost joys, too. ]
...Your father was not Zak, Apollo. He was a performer who appeared with the troupe as a guest. ...My father was quite unhappy about us being together. They could get along professionally, but off the stage was another matter. Still, we were determined, so we married. And when Father still could not be happy for us, I left the troupe to start a new life, with a new family. [ She takes a look at Trucy, sure this is news for her, too: her first marriage had not exactly been an easy or even acceptable topic within the troupe. ]
...You were born. Both Dyeus and I were very happy. You were named after the god of light, as the light of the future we would have. But that future was not meant to be. [ Her voice is steady, time distancing from the grief, and she is certain Apollo already picked up from the use of tenses that his father is firmly in the past. ] He died by accident months after you were born. He...was young. Twenty. [ Apollo was already older than his father had been. It was a strange, aching thought. ]
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It does not take a bracelet to realize this is a moment to focus, and though Lamiroir pays careful attention to Apollo's question, one that deserves and needs answering, she can't help but ponder why Trucy is behaving like that. Has she somehow hurt her...? She feels hurt herself, though she knows Trucy hardly meant for that.
Unfortunately, Apollo's question is a difficult one, and she closes her eyes momentarily, thinking of the past and regrets she had until recently forgotten. There were lost joys, too. ]
...Your father was not Zak, Apollo. He was a performer who appeared with the troupe as a guest. ...My father was quite unhappy about us being together. They could get along professionally, but off the stage was another matter. Still, we were determined, so we married. And when Father still could not be happy for us, I left the troupe to start a new life, with a new family. [ She takes a look at Trucy, sure this is news for her, too: her first marriage had not exactly been an easy or even acceptable topic within the troupe. ]
...You were born. Both Dyeus and I were very happy. You were named after the god of light, as the light of the future we would have. But that future was not meant to be. [ Her voice is steady, time distancing from the grief, and she is certain Apollo already picked up from the use of tenses that his father is firmly in the past. ] He died by accident months after you were born. He...was young. Twenty. [ Apollo was already older than his father had been. It was a strange, aching thought. ]