Lucas picked up Selene's jacket as she shed it onto the floor and tidied it into a nearby table he was walking pass by. He didn't mind her clothing. What he did mind was sloppiness though. Thanking her for letting him sit, he sat on the chair and nearly fell into the cushions and struggled to get back up. When he did, he manged to sit up in time to hear her explanation. It made sense in a way.<br/><br/>Contrived coincidence.<em>Chance artificiel</em>, as Father Frollo use to say to him when he had escaped certain death by a means that shouldn't have been possible at all for anybody else. Getting something when it shouldn't happen simply because you are there. The Kanes had a knack for it it seems and it showed now in their possessions and collections. Both good and bad. Nice to horrible.<br/><br/>They were simply those who survived something and had to make sure it didn't happen again because no one else would. An honorable but bitter mission, one that no one should be made to take but someone must for the sake of the millions and billions of others out there. At least the Kane family had each other... now though, as he looked at her, he sadly doubted that part of the rainbow. Pity. She was a nice girl.<br/><br/>"Tell me... when did Solomon Kane live?" Lucas asked, looking at Study with eyes taking in every detail. He heard of stories of how<em>Fides</em>came to be. Though they were usually mixed though, as most origins of fantastical things that shouldn't exist are.<br/><br/>The only story he believed in was Farther Frollo's version. Of how a lowly blacksmith was making weapons, a spear, a shield and a broadsword, in response to the cruel overlords of the lands he lived in. When the priest learned this, he simply gave the blacksmith three old nails to put into the true iron. He did, and suddenly came the angels. Proclaiming the weapons were now blessed with the virtues they were to be named after: Faith, hope and trust.<br/><br/>He snapped out of his daydream, looking at Selene as she continued to talk  made a face when she asked if he had anything that belonged to her. "I don't have anything belonging to her sadly. And to be honest, I never tried. If there was anything I wanted from her, it would be her corpse..."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he said, blushing a bit. "I shouldn't be thinking such ill thoughts right now. I apologize for that. I don't have anything that belongs to her, like I said. Is there anything else that we could use perhaps? Like her Name or Secret if there is a possible chance that we know?"<br/><br/>He stopped himself, remembering a sickening detail. "Wait..." He touched his iron cross that he wore on her neck, carefully taking it off and handing it to her. "When she... she murdered Father Frollo, she took his clerical collar as some sort of... trophy and has been wearing it ever since. This is a gift from him. Will this do?"