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[with_diamonds]

Though she didn't yet have all ten signatures required to actually run for council, it was close enough that Lucy had decided to get a head start in writing her speech. It was better to be prepared for no reason, after all, than wind up with not enough time on her hands, and one name ought to have been easy enough to come by. Maybe she didn't

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[onlyapassenger]

Since regaining his memories, Bucky has spent many of his hours in cemeteries; his circumstances being what they are, he never had a chance to pay his respects any earlier, and having fought side by side with so many brave men and women over the course of the War, he felt the need to acknowledge their sacrifice and bravery. Delayed a sentiment as it happens to be, they deserve to be remembered. On Tabula Rasa, though, the names on the tombstones, if they can even be called tombstones, are unfamiliar to him, and he hasn't the faintest clue as to why most of them died. It's odd in a way he can't quite quantify, though he's not quite so unnerved that he fails to pay attention to his surroundings; Lucy's arrival on the scene doesn't catch him the least bit off guard.

"They used to call it Armistice Day, when I was growing up," he replies, looking up from the grave marked Alton Hartford. "I hear they've changed it."

[with_diamonds]

Had her mood been lighter, Lucy might have thought, not for the first time, that he had to have been able to read her mind, with as often as he seemed to be able to guess things about her. As it was, she simply nodded; this time, at least, it wasn't especially surprising. She couldn't have been the only one paying attention to the date. The fact that he was here had told her as much before he'd spoken, and, again, she was glad - or something like it, anyway - that he mentioned it before she could try to.

"Yeah, when I was a kid," she answered, by means of explanation; she was too far removed from that to remember the year. "They made it Veterans Day, for people who'd fought in any war." On the tip of her tongue was something about how it included him, but she wasn't quite sure how to go there without sounding like the inside of a goddamn greeting card or something, all feigned appreciation, when it wasn't anything of the sort. She would figure something out, she was sure.

[onlyapassenger]

"Guess that includes me," he says with an almost wry laugh, though it's barely an exhale of air. It isn't really the sort of thing to be laughing about, he knows, but the idea seems strange to him. None of them had done what they did for the glory or the recognition; those who did were the ones who generally ended up with a battlefield burial, though they weren't alone. Sometimes good people just die; that's a lesson you have to come by quickly if you're going to have a chance of escaping a similar fate.

"That's... huh."

[with_diamonds]

"Yeah, it would," Lucy replied, eyebrows lifting slightly. For a moment, she looked as if she might have been about to continue, tongue by her teeth as her lips parted, but she closed her mouth again a second later, buying time. The trouble was - or, not really trouble, but some lesser variation on the theme - that she didn't know him nearly well enough to know what would have been appropriate. Max would probably have ignored the date's significance, save for a joke or two, and dismissed any comment she tried to make; he seemed about as far from her brother as was possible. So, in the end, she went with honesty. At least he'd know it wasn't unappreciated. "I'm... not really good at the whole sentimental thing, or I'd try to say something all meaningful or whatever, but... yeah."