Lucia knew Roan had lost his life. She knew the moment her esper stopped breathing; she could feel it in her soul, piercing her heart with unspeakable pain ripping through her heart. A bond, a chain binding her very being was ripped apart mercilessly, so abruptly that it felt like death itself cutting it with its scythe.
And it was painful. So, so, painful that she screamed and cried herself to sleep every night.
She didn't want to live anymore. She wanted to be with her esper, her husband, her paladin. Her Roan.
But she looked down, at her painful chest, and slightly swollen belly. And she sobbed. Because it was so painful, and she wanted to just be with her husband, but she couldn't. Because inside her womb was the proof of her union with Roan, and she could never let that union left unborn.
So she cried herself to sleep, clutching her weakened body, thinking about her family--Roan's family--waiting for her, waiting for their son.
