“… Honestly. I tend to get concerned when things go too well. If you want the truth of it, I mean.” They’d be exploring this musty old place for some time, the silver-haired woman, and herself. It smelled of ruin, and neglect - Of abandonment.
Lulu frowned, and rubbed at her temple, lost to thought.
“… For every discovery, every precious sphere, there’s this feeling of… Dread, I guess. Not like panic, I mean. No. More, a question of - where does it end?”
She glanced at her companion, and offered a wry smile. “… Which is probably why I’m not out hunting fiends or spheres too much, anymore. Though… I do appreciate being brought along on this. Truly.”
Her face was tilted in the direction of the other women, despite her attention was turned to their surroundings. She was listening, even if her attention seemed like it was elsewhere. “Spheres usually attract fiends, if you find the former without the latter, it usually means something’s wrong.” She almost felt absentminded as she spoke but that was most likely due to her attention being somewhere else. The energy and the pyreflies that made up a sphere seemed to attract a big fiend or two and then a bunch of smaller ones. It felt too quiet in here. The hairs on her arms stood up.
Turning her full attention back to her companion, a small nod was given in her direction. “Not a problem.” The mage’s insight could prove useful as was her skills in black magic. “And to tell you the truth, it sphere hunting never seems to, despite what the people have you believe.” But it would at some point. Paine imagined it would. People would keep a tighter grip on their memories and it felt as if there was only so many places left in Spira one could hunt for spheres.
“Fiends however. They never end. People will always die viciously or won’t be able to accept it. It’s just the way it is.” A shrug left her as she folded her arms. It did get dull sometimes.
“... Is that so...“ Her words weren’t tinged with doubt, or disbelief. Paine was a woman who knew her trade - and had proven time and again that she’d speak her mind. It was a peculiar kind of trust - one, Lulu smiled briefly, in the darkness - you could only really find in Paine.
Of course, she’d hidden that the main reason she’d decided to come along was the good cheer at being included in the company of a friend; it didn’t exactly fit her image, and more to the point... Lulu never felt she expressed herself well with those little pleasantries. But Paine’s quiet tone and stoic demeanor seemed to understand her, just fine. Glancing at her companion’s crimson eyes, Lulu offered a slight, crooked grin - this one, unhidden.
“... Actually... You might not believe this, but I’ve heard a few frightening stories of fiends. Hmhmn... In fact, probably six or seven, in total. All terribly true.”
Their idle conversation continued in the dim light, as Lulu attempted to build up a fearsome atmosphere - but the halls around them were a bit too peaceful for scary stories - at least, so it seemed. “... If it’s really that boring, perhaps I’ll finally pull you away from your work - I believe I owe you a mountain spring, hrmn? ... It’s the least I can in return for you humouring - “ Her joke trailed off, as her own amber eyes narrowed. The scent of fire crackling in and out of existence lit their way, as the path faded to a steep cliff-face... Leading into a seemingly awning pit, above which several pyreflies danced.