Lorenzo smiled lightly at Franziska as he himself returned the wave. His smiled faltered after a while and he turned his attention to Helga. He stared at the dead witch that was once his owner when he was a toy. He stared at the girl he watched grow. The girl he protected from multiple hunters as an infant. The girl he fought her own father when he came home drunk. The girl he tried feeding with what was left in the house after her parents were gone. All these years, he was a slave under her father’s powers. But now, his memory was back. He remembered everything all too well, like if it had happened yesterday. He remembered the love he felt for Helga’s mother. He remembered himself as a teenager being best friends with Helga’s father. He remembered when her father had turned to the side of evil and soon dragging Mary Margaret down that road. He remembered her father being jealous of his love for his wife. He remembered being tricked and stripped from his powers, obligated to follow his once best friend’s rules and take care of his daughter. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly, his face solemn as he took a seat besides the dead body. Helga’s figure was a pale blue, and there were red and purple veins that emerged beneath her lifeless eyes. Her eyes remained wide open in what appeared to be utter shock, but they reflected grief and heartache. Her body was cold and her parched lips drooled dry blood from the side. What remained of her left and right feathers slowly began to shrivel up and wither away in the air. Lorenzo placed a gentle hand above Helga’s head, stroking it gently while releasing a low sigh, but then he expanded a somewhat humble smile when he looked back at Flynn, Ezekiel and Franziska.
Lorenzo: She has yet to enjoy the meaning of life.
Flynn: ...Meaning of life? ..If I may ask, what do you consider the meaning of life at this era of the world?
Lorenzo: *remains silent for a while before shrugging* Whatever you want it to be of course. Whatever makes you happy. *lowers his eyes at the body* I’ve had my fair share in life. She hasn’t. ...Lady Franziska, if I may ask, what makes you happy?
Lorenzo: She has yet to enjoy the meaning of life.
Flynn: ...Meaning of life? ..If I may ask, what do you consider the meaning of life at this era of the world?
Lorenzo: *remains silent for a while before shrugging* Whatever you want it to be of course. Whatever makes you happy. *lowers his eyes at the body* I’ve had my fair share in life. She hasn’t. ...Lady Franziska, if I may ask, what makes you happy?