(I guess I'll start now)
Lucius looks up at the purple haze that is the sky, he dosen't even know that sage is upon his presence, his gunblade A marvel of science at it's time was starting to gather rust, everything was or would eventiuly, he suddenly looks at sage with the one eye. It is a percing yet it also shows wisdom. "Well What brings a sayen here, I haven't seen a sayen in about 10 years, you must want something from me, food, a drink, or our you just gonna sit there all day and stare."
At this point Lucius cracks a rare grin
This moniker is a shadow of the past.