[Luke glances at her hands on his own, then away again. She's always going to be his friend... But he doesn't deserve friends. He's done terrible things, and on top of that, he isn't even a real person. Who'd want to be friends with someone like him?

She's going to hate him before this night is over, isn't she?

Luke turns his hands to squeeze hers, then pulls them away to lock his fingers in front of him. It's never been this hard to tell anyone.]

I'm proof because... I shouldn't exist. The Score- it never... said anything about me. Because I wasn't born. I was supposed to... I was made to die in someone else's place.

My original's.

I'm... a replica. I don't have a- a future or...

[It's about this time that he trails off and shifts in his place. He should probably go now - save her the trouble of processing what he is.]