"I see," Lucien said with an air of calm. However beneath this was somewhat of a worry - a man who fought and acted much like him dead? It seemed as if treading upon the Dojo's very ground was like stepping on a grave. He didn't belong. It felt too unnatural. "What did you find out from the girl?" Lucien asked, not even glancing at the beaten captive. He seemed disgusted by what she did, and perhaps even pitied her - not because of her torture, but because perhaps she had finally realized the weight of her actions.