Lust had been oddly quiet for the duration of this journey. She'd opted to teleport directly to the gates rather than travel with anyone aboard an airship, and there she'd waited patiently for the others to arrive.

There was still a small part of her that hoped for the White Mage's crystal to reveal to her the secrets of being human, but she'd come to terms with the fact that her shadow, wispy as it was, may have been telling the truth, that what she wanted couldn't be grasped with just a magic stone.

But here she was just the same, fatigued in both body and mind, grasping her ebony sword loosely in one hand as she gazed up at the paintings impassively. Was she supposed to feel apprehension? Pity? She didn't feel anything at all, even though it seemed that she must. Her dark lashes lowered to gaze at one of the crumbling worlds. It was just a picture. She could not feel sorry for something that she had never known, or miss what was never hers to begin with.

She drew back from the painting, then turned away to backtrack down the corridor. "There's nothing new to learn here," she concluded. "But take a look if you wish."