She took another bite of her slice of cake, not wanting it to go to waste. Things like these never bothered her usually. The only thing that got through to her heart was any woman that had to suffer what she suffered while she was alive. Luciana was lying to herself when she says that she has forgotten what made her like this. How could she forget. But maybe it was because they shared a coffee that she felt a little tinge of something.
Perhaps it was more the fact that she wasn't accosted for this informa--
And there was the question, said with more politeness than she would ever suspect coming from someone who told anyone that she had been there.
Quite simply, she didn't beat around the bush, and said, "I was the one who guided their souls to purgatory. It just happened that I was nearby."