"What am I going to do..?"
Calypso was walking alone, the shining of moonlight providing the strongest glow of light this night had to offer. She tried to stay out of any busy areas; they still gave her goosebumps... Even if she didn't really have normal skin. She stared at her hands, reminiscing on her dreams, of that man... How was she supposed to do anything? Getting stronger..? The eyes upon her arms and hands looked at her worriedly and sadly, their deafened voices unable to supply a solution to this.
It felt like so much... All over again. This feeling.. Of things being thrown upon her, was just like when she was born, emerged from the demonic Queen, squealing like a helpless whelp, and handing off the baton to someone who didn't exist... No! Lux exists! Lux is just... Asleep, right?
Golden tears were in her eyes, though she tried to keep herself together.
"...Strong people don't cry, do they?" She mumbled to herself, rubbing the sweet substance from her ducts, closing her eyes and continuing her thinking walk...
Til someone who didn't do much of that popped up, calling her name, waving at her like a dumbass.
"...Oh... It's you." Calypso immediately felt a ball of ice... Well, where her stomach should be. He didn't know. He met Lux, he doesn't know about... What...
"..I'm.. Calypso." Her arms were pressed against her chest, eyes all over her dressings giving a look of merciful pity and sadness to the girl, as if silently trying to tell her it's OK, "It's... A long story... Short, Lux... Isn't really... Around. Anymore... Sorry. It's only.. Uh... Me."