Lucy seems a little somber, but she manages a bit of a smile. They're communicating. It's a conversation, not an interrogation, and she's glad enough of that. But she still thinks back to her family and her home, the home she hasn't seen for years now. To be honest, she misses the horses as much as she misses the people she was surrounded by. She's learned that the people around her might judge her harshly and lose faith, but the horses never did. Nor did the cat.
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Lucy seems a little somber, but she manages a bit of a smile. They're communicating. It's a conversation, not an interrogation, and she's glad enough of that. But she still thinks back to her family and her home, the home she hasn't seen for years now. To be honest, she misses the horses as much as she misses the people she was surrounded by. She's learned that the people around her might judge her harshly and lose faith, but the horses never did. Nor did the cat.
His name was Maximus.