Lucianne Lovejoy
"Oh, no, I'm all over the place in terms of age," she said cheerfully. "Sometimes I'm old, sometimes I'm young. Every time I die somewhere, I just pop back up again as a child. I think it keeps the cycle self-perpetuating like that."
She hummed a little. "I'm not quite sure what happened to myself in your world. Lucy, I'm pretty sure she's dead. Her last memory was of two people fighting and a building falling onto her, poor girl. I hope Mom and Dad made it all right. Lucille, though, she simply disappeared one day three years ago. I haven't had a memory from her since."
"Oh, no, I'm all over the place in terms of age," she said cheerfully. "Sometimes I'm old, sometimes I'm young. Every time I die somewhere, I just pop back up again as a child. I think it keeps the cycle self-perpetuating like that."
She hummed a little. "I'm not quite sure what happened to myself in your world. Lucy, I'm pretty sure she's dead. Her last memory was of two people fighting and a building falling onto her, poor girl. I hope Mom and Dad made it all right. Lucille, though, she simply disappeared one day three years ago. I haven't had a memory from her since."