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[her frown loses some of its sharpness again, her tightly-folded arms relaxing just slightly with the droop of her shoulders.]

You're no stranger, Inigo. You were one of my dearest friends, as important as any brother could ever be, though I never knew one. I don't know...how much could possibly be different between the lives we lived, but you saved my life more than a few times, and I yours.

[there she goes, as usual: sincere, despite faltering with how blunt and abrasive she can come off. here or there, Lucina is Lucina.]