[At first, Luke wasn't sure he understood. He looks at Asch as he moves, one hand hovering over his original's chest when he gets close, eyes studying the long scar that traveled along his torso. He wishes he could heal it somehow, take that and the blindness away and let him take it instead. He lets his hand fall as he moves to kneel behind him, and he still isn't sure as Asch speaks, but...
Then, he does understand. "Look around, at anything but me". He's reminded of the few times Asch used him to see his surroundings, to tell Luke where he was, or to find him easier.
This... is just like that, isn't it? Asch can see. But only through Luke's eyes. That's why he looked so light-headed, why he reacted like that. Luke can't imagine looking at himself as he moves, like looking at a mirror image and relying solely on that to move.
His head lowers just slightly, nose brushing against Asch's hair briefly, before he shuts his eyes, turns his head forward, then opens them.
There's the forest ahead of them. He turns his head slowly, a wince appearing on his face and a sense of pain trickling into the link when his collarbone protests against the movement. Still, there's more of the forest, of a few rays of sunlight shining through the space of the leaves. There's the sound of a bird chirping near them, and Luke lifts his head to seek it out. It's barely visible in the shadows, right there. Luke can't see it, but Asch might.
After a moment, he turns his head up. Through the trees is the sky, the clouds, the sun. Everything that Asch can't see, Luke lets him see it. The sounds, the sensations of the ground and the sun and the air, the smells, things that might not be as strong for Luke.]
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Then, he does understand. "Look around, at anything but me". He's reminded of the few times Asch used him to see his surroundings, to tell Luke where he was, or to find him easier.
This... is just like that, isn't it? Asch can see. But only through Luke's eyes. That's why he looked so light-headed, why he reacted like that. Luke can't imagine looking at himself as he moves, like looking at a mirror image and relying solely on that to move.
His head lowers just slightly, nose brushing against Asch's hair briefly, before he shuts his eyes, turns his head forward, then opens them.
There's the forest ahead of them. He turns his head slowly, a wince appearing on his face and a sense of pain trickling into the link when his collarbone protests against the movement. Still, there's more of the forest, of a few rays of sunlight shining through the space of the leaves. There's the sound of a bird chirping near them, and Luke lifts his head to seek it out. It's barely visible in the shadows, right there. Luke can't see it, but Asch might.
After a moment, he turns his head up. Through the trees is the sky, the clouds, the sun. Everything that Asch can't see, Luke lets him see it. The sounds, the sensations of the ground and the sun and the air, the smells, things that might not be as strong for Luke.]