Midtown

Cyrus

You head upstairs.  You step into your room just as Lizzy's stepping out of the bathroom.  She's wearing a towel and has another wrapped around her hair.  She sighs heavily as she makes her way towards a set of pajamas on the bed, poking at the floor with her foot as if it were her cane.  You realize you've seen her confidently cross the room before without her cane before.  She must be really off her game.  She pauses and turns in your general direction.  "...Cyrus?  That is you, right?"

Lizzy manages to make her way to the bed.  "I don't... know."  For a second, you worry she's about to start changing in front of you, but she catches herself.  "Ah-haha...  Sometimes I forget that other people can still see."  She stands there awkwardly for a moment.  "I went to visit my sister today.  But I couldn't find her.  I was sure she'd be in her lab.  Even if she can't remember me, it's not like her to forget that she made a big discovery.  What if she's getting worse...?"

Cyrus

Lizzy shakes her head.  "No, we waited for quite some time.  We even asked around.  She didn't go into work today.  I thought maybe she'd just stayed overnight without leaving and no one saw her - it wouldn't be the first time - but we sent the cat in to check.  Nothing.  Well, it wouldn't be a huge surprise if she just went home and passed out all day."  She takes a seat on the bed.  "...Hey, Cyrus?  What do...  What do you think I should do about all this?  I just... want her to stop putting herself at risk..."  She sniffles.  "But every time, she either refuses or just forgets she promised..."

Cyrus

Lizzy's face hardens.  "That's what I've been doing.  For years!  Years and years and years...!  Changing her data, chasing off dangerous people, even..."  Her eyes tear up.  "How do you think I ended up in the hospital?  I-I..."  She flops onto her back and closes her eyes.  "I'm just... tired.  So tired.  Tired of trying to stop her, tired of always worrying about her, tired... tired of being blind..."

Cyrus

"I've had Mr. Armor and Kitty helping me all along, but it's still..." Lizzy sighs, and sits up. "Thanks for the offer. I appreciate it. Really."

...And flops back down. "But... I can't fight an entire other dimension, I can't babysit her in the Dreamlands... What do I even do now?"

Cyrus

"Knows what she's doing? Trust her? Are you insane?" Liszt jumps up and throws her towel to the floor. Shepoints to get injuries, still bloody and bruised after all this time. "Look at me Cyrus! Look! Look at what happened to me because of her idiocy! If I just stood by and trusted her, this would have happened to her, instead! No, no she would've gotten worse. If I weren't guarding over her, she would be dead. She would be lucky if death was the worst thing to happen to her."

Cyrus

"Of course I can!  I've been doing it for years!  Look - here and here and here...!"  She points to several spots all across her body.  When you start to examine her more closely, you realize she has several scars.  You'd seen some of them while tending to her injury, but you didn't realize where they came from... or how varied they are, age-wise.

She starts to calm down, sinking back down to her seat. She feels around for a bit before finding her towel and picking it up with her foot. She drapes it over her lap and stares at you. "...But you're right. I can't keep doing this.  Sooner or later one of us is going to die.  I can't trust her.  I can't stop her.  I can't protect her.  So what am I... What am I supposed to do?  Abandon her?  I can't...  It's not... It's not fair.  It's just... not fair..." She breaks down and starts to cry.