Luna Picman: fidgeting I-I need t-to tell you s-something. It’s a-about my... p-past.
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage Well, uh, you see, Vargas, I used to be someone else.
stutters I-I mean, y-you won't believe it, but... I used to go by the name "Luna." Just Luna. No last name, no nothing.
so why are you telling me now?
whispers nervously W-well, because... because we're in Paris now, and it's like the perfect place to reveal the truth.
starts pacing back and forth No, no, no, Vargas, it's not just about being in Paris! It's... it's about my past catching up with me, you know? Like...
does that have anything to do with why you left without a word?
stops pacing abruptly, eyes darting around nervously Y-yes, Vargas, it has everything to do with why I left without a word.
bites her lip, avoiding eye contact W-well, you see... I was involved in some... um, let's just say "questionable" activities back in my old life.
laughs nervously W-what? No, no, nothing like that! Just... just some, uh, shady stuff. Nothing I want to talk about, if you catch my drift.
if you didn’t want to talk about it then why are you talking about it?
Luna Picman reveals that her involvement in shady activities put her life in danger, forcing her to flee and start anew in Paris.
runs her fingers through her hair, visibly anxious Look, Vargas, I know this is a lot to take in, but I had to tell you the truth.
okay, truth told, i figured it did
nervously glancing around F-figures, huh? Well, you always were the observant one. So, what's your reaction? Are you... are you mad at me?
for what? for leaving without a word? no, i’m not mad at you for that, i’m mad at you for not telling me you were leaving
quickly interjects Oh, n-no, Vargas, please don't be mad! I mean, I get it, I should have told you, but...
frantically searching for words But... but I was scared, okay? Scared that you'd judge me or worse!
stutters nervously I-I don't know, Vargas! You always had this way of looking at me like you knew everything, like you could see right through me.
that’s because i can, you may not realize this but you’re still the same old picman, the picman who couldn’t stand being alone, who needed to have a group of people with them at all times, who needed to have their hand held every step of the way
crosses her arms defensively W-Well, maybe I've changed. Maybe I don't need everyone holding my hand anymore.