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[Luke's curled up in front of the terminal, looking rather forlorn after the massive info dump that was just dropped on everyone, not to mention Dax's horrifying death. It takes him a moment for him to live his chin up from where it's wedged against his knees so he can speak clearly.]

So... I don't... really understand what's happened. But from what I've read and watched on the network... does this mean everyone that's died is... a replica?

[...he really doesn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, yay, even more people like him! On the other... that is so damn depressing.]

W-were we living when we were taken from our worlds, or was that our first 'death'? How is it even that they were able to bring any part of us here?

[He sulked back until his face was hiding behind his knees now.]

...I think all this gave us even more questions than answers...

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[He hasn't really moved much by the time Guy gets there; he's browsing through posts and replies on the network ~~looking very much like the typical Tumblr user~~, but other than that, he hasn't really done much.]

[The grimace on his face is fought back pretty quickly. Luke may want answers to quench his curiosity, but if he stayed wrapped up in this too long...

The blonde takes his time approaching Luke, a steady hand moving to his shoulder.]

Hey. Do you think you should take a break? Give it some time to sink in a little.

[Luke sighed, managing to take his hand off the arrow keys on the keyboard.]

It already did... I just... don't know how to feel about it.

You said it pretty well before, though, This does leave us with a lot more questions than answers. So, I don't think there's a way you have to feel. There's a lot of people who are plenty upset about this.

[Himself included, even if he isn't about to talk about it out loud.

He gives Luke's shoulder a gentle squeeze.]

Just don't dwell on it too hard.

But it's so much to think about...

[Luke curled up on the chair, resting his chin on his knees.]

Does this mean everyone that's died is a replica? Does that mean there are a lot more replicas then everyone thought? Does... that mean even sensei is a replica?

[He sunk down a little more.]

...is it bad that I think I'd be happy if that was true?

Maybe not. I mean, it makes you feel like you actually belong, right?

[It was kind of a sad thought, but Luke must have felt very alone and secluded when he first learned he was a replica, right? To find out everyone else might be the same as you - it might just be an exciting moment.

He crosses his arms against the back of the chair.]

But I'm not sure you could say that everyone is a replica - well, not exactly. Our bodies might be "different", copies of the original. But the person inside is still the exact same.

[Our bodies.

The hint that he's already died slips right past his mind in favor of the example. He didn't think of himself as a replica. He was still Guy. He just wasn't sure what to think of this body he now found himself in, even if it was exactly the same as it had always been.

Minus the huge scars, of course.]

[Luke, of course, missed it, too caught up in what was said. So... everyone was still the same, just in a shiny new body... and him and the other replicas still had to live with the fact that they were still just cheap copies of their originals.]

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...I hate this place.

Luke. Don't let it get to your head.

[It's one more reason to feel isolated, one more reason to feel like he doesn't belong. As far as Guy is concerned, Luke needs to stop thinking on that and keep remembering he's his own person regardless of his connection with Asch.

But there was only so many ways to get something like that through a thick skull.]

[A mallet helps.]

[Luke let out a sigh, burying his face in his arm. He'd be all right eventually; this was just a lot to take in at once.]

[Oh Luke.

A hand gently brushes over that mop of red hair, Guy staying silent for a long moment. There wasn't much else to tell him, and he was probably overwhelmed enough. So plan B it was - distraction.]

Mmm. If you feel up to it, go ahead and meet me up in the meadow in a couple hours. We can try out some sword practice - I haven't seen much of what you've learned yet from your new teacher.

Does that sound alright?

[Well, that was one way to get Luke's attention. He lifted his head slightly, interested.]

...you sure?

[Hey, when all else fails, stick to what works, right? He grins, hands at his hips.]

Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't have asked otherwise, right?

Besides, I'm getting pretty rusty, and with how much training YOU'VE been getting? Well, we'll have to see how well I can keep up with you.

[It always does; Luke brightened a little, a smile coming to his face.]

Okay. I'm not going to go easy on you though.

Heheheh. You know I'd hold it against you if you did!

[Kinda feels like home, for a few weird moments. Dropping everything to make sure Luke had what he needed.

He tries not to let the nostalgia die because of the circumstances. It'll keep his spirits up. And, at the very least, Luke needed to see that.]

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[Action] We can handwave the training if he says yes

[Action] I don't mind either way.

[Action] Considering the event coming up, I'm thinking handwaving might be best

[Action] Okay~

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