"You've come a long way. And I imagine the anticipatory stage fright has vanished by now. I remember Envy and my's first performance. I wasn't nervous, exactly, but..."

Lust shakes her head, looking for the words to articulate the sensation she'd felt, waiting to go on.

"It was one of those moments where I felt as though the person there backstage, waiting to perform, couldn't possibly be me. That couldn't really be us, there at the circus." She laughs a bit, still half-lost in the memory. It seems both so long ago and hardly any long ago at all.