Atalanta scoffed. "Mysterious man, blah. He never tells me what he's got next on his pretty agenda until about five minutes before he has to go and do something. I think he thinks that will keep me from discouraging and breaking up whatever party he's got planned, but even so, it'd be nice to know ahead of time where he's going." Frowning, she flipped over so her back was against the pool's wall, her elbows still resting on the wet concrete. She wasn't her brother's keeper, and he wasn't hers, of course, but all the last minute announcements through the years annoyed her. "Having said that, he last said he was going to the gym. Sparring, or something."
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Sighing, Lucy put her face in her hands, rubbed at her eyes. "I don't know whether I care, or who I am." She huffed under her breath. "I don't even know who I ever was," she muttered.