(She takes the bottle with a wordless mumble, taking another long sip from it while Lup explains. And then she has a third, just because this is insane.)

Well, that explains why he looked at me like that, (she says eventually, staring straight ahead, dropping the wine bottle gently onto the couch beside her and holding it loosely by the neck. Her instinct is to wonder whether or not Taako had been entirely truthful, but that's a theory that is dispelled quickly; he'd told this to Lup after all, and she knows they keep nothing from each other. Taako wouldn't lie about something as big as this. A betrayal of sorts, with her at the center.

Lucretia sinks slowly back into the couch, and feels sick. Lup's explanation washes over her and still makes no sense– it feels like such an overreaction. Sure, she's a little sore that her plan didn't fly with the others but to then turn around and erase memories because of it? Just to get her way?)

I wouldn't do that, (she says, quietly. If there's uncertainty in her voice, it's only because she's so sure that Taako couldn't possibly be lying. But if that is the case, then what does that leave her? He couldn't possibly be telling the truth, either.) There must be more to this, Lup. I– um, I'm not saying that Taako isn't correct, but... I mean, did I ever say anything about it to him? In this future, I mean.

It sounds like there's a lot more to this than either of us know.