A light of interest reflected in Lucy's eyes. "Darklight? And your powers represent your name? Interesting. . ." She left it at that. She'd witness Jurano's power upfront all in due time. Reaching over the table, she began scribbling in the open notebook, jotting down words and ideas. "Jurano. Morgan. You two have proven yourselves more than capable of assisting me in my fight against the Ultimatum. They have enslaved our world and society into a tyrannical rule. More importantly, they've slandered the name of Zyaxomort by using on of its almighty creations for their own sick purposes. Even insulting the name "Ultimatum" is a sin." One couldn't question that she was certainly devoted to the old folklore and legend. Perhaps a bit too much.

She continued with, "And the most essential factor. They've stolen something very. . .precious to me. No doubt the same has happened to you. Why else would you choose to help me?" She brushed a crimson lock of hair away from her eyes to get a closer look at the two. "Yes, from now on, this place will become our headquarters. We will meet here at least three times a week, every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday as to avoid suspicion. For now, we will begin planning out our next move of attack. Any quest-" A familiar jolt of pain ripped though Lucy's chest and the calm image she usually kept up was broken almost immediately by rapid gasps for air.

"E-Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She bolted up and ran deeper into the house, into her own bedroom. Nothing much; just some books and a T.V. set. Her eyes scanned wildly for her sanctuary. Where was it...where was it? What little energy she could exude was directed as a growl of annoyance. Damnit! She must have left her bag at school. Probably during her little window stunt. . .damnit, damnit, damnit!

Slamming the door, she headed into the bathroom and looked through each and every drawer. She knew there was a spare prescription somewhere. The hammering in her chest increased with each passing second, and this time Lucy could see edges of darkness at the corner of her vision. Not now. . .not when she had just made allies! She couldn't afford to show weakness in front of them. But she could die right here and now and no one would notice! Digging in the cabinet, her fingers groping for the precious pills, one thought filled Lucy's mind. One single thought pounded in her head as she fought to retain her consciousness.

Lucy Bastion regretted living alone.