Equinox:
The two points at which the Sun crosses the celestial equator in its yearly path in the sky.
The second time they meet is when Lux joins the League of Legends. It has been years since that fateful meeting in the Piltovian library. She hasn't gone back since. She finds the Demacian Library just as fulfilling, if not more. Before she realizes, her curiosity towards the explorer has waned.
The Lady has mentally practiced her time of judgment. She has done her research, and she knows how these things go. The head summoners test the champions with illusions. After all, acting is a big part of who she is. She briskly darts through the hallways of the Institute, ready to face another challenge head on.
What she isn't expecting is to be slammed with the memories of her former self. The thirteen year old who had cried herself to sleep every night, who was forced against her will into the Demacian military by her own parents. She can taste the bitterness she felt and still feels. She can also taste the salt from her tears. She wants to forget it. She wants to be free.
Slumping to the ground, Lux answers their question meekly: "Because I have nothing else."
It's true; she has lost her brother to the League. She has already lost her parents. She feels she has lost her dignity, revealing her inner demons to these strangers. But she loves Demacia, nonetheless.
She loves the feeling of the diploma sitting in her hands, graduating from the College of Magic as the top of her class. Impressing the rest of her comrades with the information she had gotten to turn over the Noxian-Ionian conflict over to Ionia's advantage.
However, she also remembers her first kill. It was messy; her hands fumbling with the dagger. A swift slash to the chest of a Noxian prisoner. It had to be right-they were Noxians. They were the enemy. They always were. It was protocol at this point.
A part of her wanted to resist too. It didn't have to be protocol; times were changing along with the League. Things could be better. Different.
She struggles to accept this realization, that perhaps she isn't truly Demacian. That perhaps she is defective and can't understand the Demacian standard, even if she is a Crownguard.
Luxanna is standing in the hallways of the Institute, pondering. Trying to collect herself together again. Thinking of how things could be different. Wondering how it came down to this. The boy with the flaxen, unruly hair taps her on the shoulder.
"I thought I recognized that armor." He whispers with a smirk.
She is unamused and bewildered, her fists clenching against her skirt. She isn't expecting to meet another champion so soon, especially him.
"You're here." That is all she can say, apparently. He's got her tongue tied.
"Yes, after all... I'm here because of this amulet." Ezreal rolls his eyes, but with a smile Lux hasn't seen before. "But you're here... because... you made your choice."
Her eyes seem to glint at him. He notices. For once, she's not trapped. For once, she realizes she made her decision this time. That she is here because she can be and chooses to be.
And he isn't.