That was part of what made her words so easy. Honesty came so much smoother and simpler than anything else. The protector didn't need to lie at all, but he'd still stumble if he wasn't telling the truth. Was he lying? Was he being honest? She didn't know, they hadn't spoken in so long.

"He doesn't believe this year is the end." She answers, matter-of-factly. When she last spoke to him, that had been a point of their discussion argument.

"Decide for yourself, tomorrow, after a good night's sleep." She adds, turning to walk away into the night. It's late, Luka, and she's got an ocean to visit.

"Good night, Princess." She adds. Any last words, Luka?