"A fool may use a golden sword to mine, but a wise man will create gold from stones," Kiana stated.
Hearing the idiom, Lucius felt a bit underwhelmed. He was expecting some grand statement as there were in the many texts, but this one was rather light.
"I see… it does make sense, I guess," Lucius replied.
"It sounded way better when I was a child. To adults, it seems a little weird yes," Kiana admitted.
Having heard that, Lucius simply nodded his head and looked at his new Lost.
"So what is the plan with him now?" Kiana asked.
"Well… he'll be making dust… a lot of dust…" Lucius spoke.
Hearing that, Kiana's fingers curled in disgust.
"At least it will be contained, right?" Kiana asked.
"Yes, we need to do that at least," Lucius replied before turning to look at one of the empty rooms on the other side.
