[Luke reaches his hand up towards the picture, before his fingers curl, he glances away, and slowly lets it fall to the bed again.

He wants to touch her face. He wants to hug her. He wants to stroke her hair and assure her that everything will be all right, they'll figure this out together. But... he can't. He can't and it hurts.

But still... he can't just let her stay dejected. So he looks back at the journal, and he tries his best to smile.]

Maybe if you do have memories of this place, then... they're just locked up in your heart right now. That doesn't mean you should try to force them or worry about it or anything. Just... you know. Learn about this place and... make friends. Your heart will know when to remember.

[She's the one who taught him that.]