[It's a natural response, for Lilith to approach her. Justine has called for her herself and if nothing else, if little else, Lilith has tried before. To be obedient. Nevertheless, she can't quite help herself - she steps back a bit as Lilith comes closer, looking at her out-stretched hand as if the girl's pointing an invisible weapon at her. A prop, perhaps. A fitting metaphor.]
Yes. Yes, I... [She pauses again, doesn't quite know how to begin. Or more importantly, how to -end- it. This odd plaza in Paris, whatever it may be called, is not the place for their usual... scenes. Theatrics. No, not at all.] No one has told me of your return. To Paris.
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Yes. Yes, I... [She pauses again, doesn't quite know how to begin. Or more importantly, how to -end- it. This odd plaza in Paris, whatever it may be called, is not the place for their usual... scenes. Theatrics. No, not at all.] No one has told me of your return. To Paris.