Luke let out a breath as he literally felt the looming hand of death retreat... or at least, would have taken a breath if he didn't have blood lingering in his throat. He coughed hard, the tightness in his chest from his costume making it difficult. Dammit, he had even less time than he thought he did.

He reached up as Yu approached, ripping off his helmet so he could breathe a little better, keeping a firm grip on it as he turned a weary gaze up at his friend.

"...y'know, I came here to try and help you," he replied, sounding amused despite his expression. A smile worked its way onto his face after a moment before he continued. "I trust you, buddy."

He reached up, straining a bit against his own costume, to take his friend's hand.