"That's the first thing you've said that makes sense," Luci says with a barking laugh, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Santiago has me on a fucking leash. I sing or I disappear off the face of the planet. Somebody I care about fucks up, or she gets stressed out and--"

Something very foreign flickers across her face, but the expression is clear enough. Fear, shame, disgust. "I'm the one she drags to her office to fix it.

"I don't want this anymore!" she shouts, turning away and pacing down the balcony. "But she killed someone with her bare hands in front of me, I can't do anything against that. And everything feels wrong except when I'm singing, and if I stop that to get away..." Luci turns back to Persephone. "What's the point?"