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She's tried to not really think about it, since she arrived in Haven.
About how easy it has been for her to get used to dealing with the Troubles. It just feels natural.
About that woman who looks exactly like her in a picture from 27 years ago, taken on a day no one can remember. She's obviously just related to her. Right?
About how one of the only things she got out of Nathan about the chameleon taking her over on her birthday incident, was that she was supposed to die in the process, but she didn't, because she is different.
About how she found James Garrick, pulled him out of nothingness. How could she do that? That is the strangest thing. She can explain some of the other situations, but not this.
And then he mentions the scar. The scar that's always been there. She doesn't remember how she got it, or when. It's just always been there.
She doesn't have time to deal with the story he mentions until later. She puts it in the back of her mind, trying very hard not to freak out.
Later, when she peels away her sock and sees the scar, it all comes into strange focus.
'Maybe there is more to me than meets the eye? Am I really Lucy?'