Lucio scribbled messily on a scrap piece of parchment, watching in satisfaction how each line he made crossed over each other. He did it again and again and again, not quite sure why aside from the fact that he rather liked the sound, and it was interesting to see how quickly he could create a mass so opaque and so large that there was no opportunity to see the individual strokes that made up the whole. The process was oddly soothing, and he’d already filled a number of pieces of parchment with this nonsensical mess.