[It hurt for Luke to see that, the way Asch presses his hand against the scar that's left over. It's huge, and it's one more to go along with all the other horrid ones he has. Luke shifts a little closer, still keeping his grip a bit loose, but he lets their arms touch now. Barely, lightly. It's more contact for the both of them.

And with that question... Luke knows exactly who he means. And he's not sure what to say. Luke was in such a bad state the last time he saw Guy that the topic of Asch didn't come up, except for once, and it was very brief. Guy had told him to get better, for everyone's sake... for Asch's sake. And that had made pain grip his chest, and he found tears slipping down his cheeks out of frustration and grief and sorrow when Guy left.

He wants to reach his other hand out, his better hand, but... he can't. Not with his arm still in a sling like this, not when he can only just barely feel his fingers. So he just looks down at it, his lips pressed together and working slightly as he mulls over the thought.

Luke certainly knew what Guy looked like. So, he goes from there, shutting his eyes to take the feelings of betrayal hopelessness resignation loneliness sadness and letting his own uncertainty hope anxiousness strength quiet-joy-you're-alive leak through.]

He didn't want to do it. He thought he was over it all... And he's just - he's really confused. He knows we... didn't deserve it. Any of it.