Appointments Post

[dissonates]

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[Action, February 3rd]

[fabrecation]

[At first, there's no response from Luke. His hand remains on his face for a moment, then moves to his arm, where he grips the sleeve, and bites his lip, still keeping his eyes shut.

He doesn't want to give in to that burning feeling, that one behind his throat and eyes that he knows so well. He has no shame in crying, but he doesn't want to do so in front of Asch. His original knows the unfairness of situations like this more than anyone, and Luke feels like crying over it would just make him seem like a baby as a result.

So he holds it in as much as he can, frowning as if to hide it, and is just grateful that they're not using their voices.]

"But I don't know what to do. I'm letting people down no matter what I decide..."

[There's a small pause, but he voices his thoughts again before Asch can do so for him.]

"You know, when I first came here, before I learned that Auldrant wasn't as safe as I thought, I... I told myself I'd go back as soon as I got the chance. I promised myself, even. I believed in that with everything I had."

[Action, February 3rd]

[dissonates]

"...But the situation's changed."

[it's so easy to say that, when you first arrive- that you'll go back as soon as possible, that you'll jump at the chance to return home. He'd thought much the same way, carried away by his own outrage, his frustration, that burning need to go back and finish things. Especially with how close he'd been, both to death and to confronting Van. Just days away from ending everything, only to have it prolonged here for years, not knowing how or when his life will come to an end.

It really is a wonder that he's lasted this long.]

"The longer you stay here, the more of a home it becomes. You're established. You know people. Eventually the bond you share with the people here can be stronger than the one you have with your own world. That's what makes this place so dangerous."

[He's quiet for a moment, thoughtful and pensive, then adds more softly,]

"Maybe that's the real reason for why we've been trapped here for so long."