(It's another day of relentless boredom in Heaven as Lucy looks down at her gloved hands. Quietly, she sits in the barracks, needing to be away from her sister for as long as possible. Her hands softly clasp in her lap; her eyes display her disappointment perfectly. To think that the Queen of Hell is nothing more than just an Archangel. Sure, it's nothing to scoff at to others, but not for her.)

(A soft sigh leaves her. Her eyes shut close as she attempts to remember as much of her past life, of the one where she finally had the freedom she fought for. It's the one escape she has, the one thing that makes living even slightly easier in this eternal life. Although she can hear the footsteps of someone approaching, she doesn't bother to move. She can't really muster the energy anyway.)

(Memories of her time with Justice, now another Archangel, flood in her mind. The one person who truly respected her orders and her ways, her craving for freedom. It truly hurts to see Justice have such a smooth transition while she can't. "Why am I not...good enough for this life? Why did they..?" Her words echo in her mind, drowning out everything else as she ponders everything.)