"I need you." Luci crouches down until she can sit on the edge of the balcony with her legs facing the seats. Folding her hands as though praying, she looks up at Persephone with such conflict and hesitation. The situation is untenable, she's just prolonging her inevitable death at Lesedi's hands, and more and more of her fellow musicians are choosing life away from the stage and disappearing. There's no saving the situation now.

"You've helped me before, Persephone, I remember moments where you were the only one who would come near me. Please... help me. I can't do this alone, I'm not--" she shakes her head. "They're holding me too tightly."