[She's died... twice? From turning into a monster, from making her friends kill her... Luke clenches his fists and keeps his eyes tightly shut, holding back that violent torrent of emotion, although a tiny sound might've escaped from him. Why her? Why did she have to go through something like that? Why does he keep making her bring up such painful things...
Just... Why her?
But he opens his eyes and sees the reason why he's holding back his emotion in the first place - Xion there, huddled in a ball and looking as if she'll panic and bolt any second. Luke increases the pressure behind his fists, just to get the last of it all out, before he forces them open and takes a few tentative steps to her and reaches out a hand to rest it on her shoulder, gently. He doesn't need to shout and throw a fit when Xion probably feels so much worse than he does... He's not the one who died. He's the one who kept going on about how he lived.]
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[She's died... twice? From turning into a monster, from making her friends kill her... Luke clenches his fists and keeps his eyes tightly shut, holding back that violent torrent of emotion, although a tiny sound might've escaped from him. Why her? Why did she have to go through something like that? Why does he keep making her bring up such painful things...
Just... Why her?
But he opens his eyes and sees the reason why he's holding back his emotion in the first place - Xion there, huddled in a ball and looking as if she'll panic and bolt any second. Luke increases the pressure behind his fists, just to get the last of it all out, before he forces them open and takes a few tentative steps to her and reaches out a hand to rest it on her shoulder, gently. He doesn't need to shout and throw a fit when Xion probably feels so much worse than he does... He's not the one who died. He's the one who kept going on about how he lived.]