[ Ah. Lacus turns in the sand, so she can look at him more directly - even despite the way her hair stands on end at the sight of that glimmer in his eyes. It's hard to stand being close to him sometimes, and that in itself makes her want to get closer and breathe it in, until she understands completely and yet is still standing. In that regard, what she feels for Tomura and what she felt for Lobelia aren't dissimilar. ]

... you're right. It's not that it is all I can do, it's that it is what I have decided to do.

[ She appreciates that he called this out to her, dragged her out of feeling merely resigned to an inescapable fate. ]

Who am I to hate for this? Vergilius, for making Lobelia fall in love? Beelzebub, for being the one to give the cue for the beginning of the end? You, for ending his beloved misery? Your 'partner' and you again, for bringing us here? I won't.

If I think about Lobelia and I, then I may owe you and this island a debt of gratitude for allowing the miracle of our friendship in the first place. The nature of our bond does not require vengeance. It would be the greatest disgrace to his memory if I became anything less than the person he has come to admire - and it would be a disgrace to myself.