"Oh…that is…different than I expected."
"You expected something?"
"Ah," Lucy awkwardly side glanced at him. Cobra closed his eye and peered within as she attempted to put a patch over her phrasing. "Initially, from what you said in the beginning, I assumed the advice you wanted would have less to do with you and more to do with…other suitors?"
"Oh, perhaps eventually, but first I must decide for myself which one to go after. Quite the tragic tale though, right? Not being able to decide between two loves, the fate of your entire life hanging between two, impossible to decide choices. One that could lead to despair…"
Lyon continued to drone on. I will never accuse Jellal of being overdramatic again. How is he more insufferable than the man that is practically suffering epitomized? Nevertheless, Cobra dived in to find specifics, searching for any relevant clues that could aid in getting this megalomanic in and out as quickly as possible.
His heart was, indeed, torn in two, as symbolized by the comically oversized heart split neatly in half horizontally in the section where Lyon thought about his love life. Under one section was a woman who was clearly Juvia, although under a strange beauty-like filter that made Cobra want to gag. Apparently, he'd fallen for her during the Grand Magic Games, and just like that same woman, didn't know how to tell that someone just wasn't interested.
To the other side was another woman, one far more obscure than the other. Lyon's knowledge of her was based on only a handful of interactions, with maybe a dozen conversations altogether, but there seemed to be a sense of kinship with her that wasn't as present with Juvia. With the mystery woman, he–
Cobra's eye shot open as an image seared into his mind.