[Coming in fresh after cycle forty-seven, Lup doesn't have a clue about how hard it will get. Even being told those words pointblank, she can't quite understand the harsh truth waiting for her. They go from spending a year casually learning new arts to present to the cave to Lucretia's horrific year alone and Lup deciding that ripping out her soul was the only way for them to continue surviving.

Things get pretty dark in their future.

So Lup shrugs Lucretia's thankfulness off, just assuming that her future self had been keeping up on her promise to make time for the two of them to just have fun. Even with the Hunger always looming in the distance, why would that ever change?]

Don't go all sentimental on me. Get enough of that from Mags. Just chill and drink with me and we can, I dunno, play a stupid game or something. Like normal. Or we could paint some dope shit on your walls for kicks, but then you'd have to live with it and I can't promise I won't do anything inappropriate.