[ Trucy's comment stings, even though it's true (perhaps so much because it's true), but at the same time Trucy is so warm and there's that word again--'mom'--that after one initial downcast look, Lamiroir beams genuinely; if they were closer she'd hug her on impulse alone, but like this she holds back. ]

No, it's fine Apollo. I have been "Lamiroir" so long, that is me too. [ Lamiroir and Thalassa; they seemed so different when she really thought about it, but it didn't change that both still felt like "her".

She nods to the next part of what he says, hoping her urgent sincerity comes across in her tone as she speaks. ] I do wish to be able to know you--both of you. I am glad we were brought here....together.