[ if he's still pretending he doesn't know her, well ... she doesn't know how he's still keeping it up. especially when she also tried doing the same, tried seeing if childe would react to her feigning ignorance of his identity. knowing him and knowing his personality, he would've easily buckled and pestered her about it. the fact that he hasn't only means that he really doesn't remember her at all.

lumine now wonders if there are memories that they lose upon dying. it wouldn't be farfetched, considering the circumstances. they're dead, after all; there must be some other consequence to this.

for a long moment, she doesn't say anything, doesn't even introduce herself—or is it reintroduce herself? at least not until she's arrived at the doors, eyes flickering from one nameplate to another in search of a name. but she can sense, one could say, a certain sensation that seems to prompt her towards a direction. ]

Less than ideal ... [ she supposes that it is less than ideal for them.

for her, who's still in search of her brother. for him, who has yet to conquer the world and defeat the gods. unfortunate, indeed. ]

It does seem like it, especially since you've yet to conquer the world and crush the gods under your heel.

[ but then, does that really matter anymore? lumine just shakes her head as she walks towards her door, a familiar light seemingly shining from the space between the door and the rough ground. ]