[Okay, well, L'Arachel's going to wait until after Lucina has destroyed the poor drums to approach her—her shoes click as she steps and she waits until she's right at Lucina's side to lay a hand on her shoulder because she knows better than to just sneak up on a lady with a goddamn sword.]

It will not face you. [For once in her life, L'Arachel is rather subdued—her voice is soft, even, though firm and steady.]

If they are truly dead, this is an ultimate act of cowardice—it was not those ousted our captor had issue with. If it will resort to this, it certainly does not have the honor to face any of us.