Listening to the woman curiously, the kit gave an unusually stoic gaze considering her playful demeanor. "If you look at extremism in regards to religion, though, isn't that entirely created by people and belief systems?" Her gaze altered to have one eye closed strangely tight when the other eye was still wide open- and, in her mind, she noted how unrealistic that particular effect felt just to be able to do. "Still, I guess there's a point there... Life and death require no one. Time waits for no one, and death comes when it damn well pleases. Can't save everyone, after all." Not that she'd want to, but she was supposed to try. Trying wasn't so bad, even if it was boring trying to take care of people. I'm only a doctor because of those rotten bastards I call parents, but I'm a damn good one, I think. Stretching with a purr and yawn, the girl opted to stop her inner monologue again- getting irritated by the real world was pointless here. The only irritation she had to focus on was any caused by in-game stimuli- like being countered in her thoughts by this woman, who was surprisingly entertaining because of it in her own right. She's lucky she's hot or I'd have poked her with my polearm already... Not that it'd help any... Plus she's pale enough to be a ghost already without my help. It must be the necromancy, she figured- it was slowly cursing her outside, even if she was a beauty. "So basically, the undead are just like the not-yet-dead to begin with. Not good, not evil, nothing. They're just...There, like people usually are." With a soft cackle, she felt herself grinning a bit more than when she was thinking on the concept of extremism more critically. "Well, I for one happen to find others very amusing. That's why I enjoy causing them havoc and why I chose to take on phantasmia. The reactions of others to an illusion can be quite entertaining, can't it? Some are boring, but others panicking can be fairly fun to watch. You know how I entertain myself, however... But what about you, hmmm Miss? What do you find makes your day purrrfect?" The purr in her last word wasn't intentional- she was struggling with some of her catlike instincts, still. "And how the hell do I stop rolling my 'r's like an actual cat? I'm supposed to be catty, but this is getting ridiculous...Though it has it's purrks, I suppose... Any insight on that while we're at it, young lady?"
Lucia chuckled, shaking her head in response to the woman's words about being a religious extremist. At the very least, Lucia certainly wasn't the type who would burn others at the stake or something crazy like that. Instead, rather then a religious extremist she always felt Synra was closer to her then someone else, after all, an extremist was someone who might naively believe in something without evidence, but Lucia had long ago discovered her Goddess was a real person. "I just owe the Death Goddess a favor, I'll not stop until repaying her every bit of what I owe is all. That... And I do so identify with one who's voice can't be heard, who struggles earnestly for something she's destined to fail at." Lucia explained with a hum, it was something she found very relatable at least. The talk about death though was something Lucia could certainly agree with. Rather then trying to pursue something fleeting or silly, Lucia wanted something more special and lasting. "Death is the only thing that's ultimately inevitable. Only that is something that is timeless in truth." She commented with a satisfied nod. Even if it was more of a metaphysical death meaning an 'end' or something similar, it was the only thing that was truly absolute in the world. Though the talk about watching others panicking made Lucia sigh, this poor girl was destined for a similar end to Merkaba, despite Lucia's efforts, it wasn't making much progress. However unfortunate, she could only watch that run away train run off the rails. "Well, I suppose... It must be something that comes with age though if you're young... Maybe it's more maturity or something else-- For people who have been on the other side maybe." Lucia mused in thought gazing at the smaller girl a little sharply as if trying to cut to the root of the issue. Someone didn't simply become like this after all, they were usually the innocent ones, hiding away in their houses feeling like they didn't belong in the normal world and taking it out on people. It was only ever those who were truly innocent from strife or struggle that would react in this way Lucia thought, like children or those sheltered few. As if trying to discover which Briar was she leaned in for a closer look initially before shaking it off with a shrug finding it too difficult to make out from the woman's silhouette. Though the talk about Lucia's own day brought a thoughtful expression to her face. With a brush of her fingertips along her own chin, she considered what truly made a day lovely for her. While attention might be a part of it, it was only a slim slice of the pie in truth, Attention was what sustained her like fuel rather then bringing her happiness and warmth inside. "I'm pretty easy to please maybe... All I can think of is having someone soft to cuddle up with, a nice content place to nap with them. That's what makes my day bright and sunny at least~" She explained sticking her tongue out a bit coyly. Whether it was against Sylvanas's thighs or against someone among the living, Lucia found comfort in resting her head against things that were soft and comforting. She could pass a whole day simply relaxing in that way without trouble.
Lady Briar did realize at least to some degree that Lucia was trying to get more out of her- more about her real life, more about what made her the insatiably chaotic kitten she was. "Maturity has nothing to do with age, I'll tell you that~" Her words were soft and slick, said with a purr as she began to circle around the limber woman, opting to give her a proper look over. "Age is merely a number, they say~ Cats have nine lives, or is that a lie? I might find out someday. What really intrigues me, I think... Is that maturity can go numb as we grow old. My father's senility is proof of that... And, as a doctor, I must say... Death may be inevitable, but we still fight it nonetheless, do we not?" Feeling she'd said too much already, Briar stopped her careful circling and opted to go into a feline pounce. Jumping to wrap her arms around the lady's neck she nuzzled into her chest- something that might seem far less adorable if it were her real self, for sure. "I find soft spots are a good place to nap indeed. Perhaps we can make a compromise, hrm~?" She purred low, looking up at Lucia with clear eyes and a bright grin. "You be my pillow, I'll be yours. We've already got the perfect spot, you know. That's why I was here in the first place."
