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Characters: Luke and open.
Setting: Graveyard - Floor 48
Format: You pick.
Summary: Luke just had a massive info dump dropped on him, and now he has to try and figure himself out all over again.
Warnings: SO MANY GODDAMN FEELS.

Saber had escorted him back to his room after that whole... madness that went down in the middle of the hallway, but it wasn't like Luke could do anything at the moment. He felt... hurt, crushed; like something had smashed his insides to bits and all that was left was a pasty goo dripping out of his ears. He laid on his bed and rolled around for a little while, but it didn't do anything to assuage that feeling.

That was why he headed out, up to the forty-eighth floor where the graveyard was. He'd been meaning to for awhile -- he needed to check for Tear's gravestone after all -- but he hadn't exactly been willing to actually do it. Right now, though, he needed the peace and quiet away from everyone else... and when he finally located her grave marker, he sat down before it, curled up on the crowded, cold earth with a sigh.

...he will kill ten thousand people. That's what his future on Auldrant held for him.

Guy, his best friend since forever, was really royalty, and was hiding a secret from him that he "didn't need to know."

Just how much didn't he "need to know?"

He wanted to curl up and cry again, but he had already done plenty of that. Now he knew; he was a murderer, and ignorant, selfish murderer, and it was far too late for him to do a damn thing about it. How wrong he was about himself... he would have hated to see his Shadow now.

Luke let out a sigh as he huddled himself into a ball, able to feel Amnon against his chest from the cheagle's usual hiding place under his coat.

"Tear... I wish you were still here," he finally murmured softly. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I don't know how I can fix this... please, help me..."

He curled himself up tighter, burying his face in his knees.

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"Right. The other one. Hmph."

He leaned against one of the more sturdy grave markers. "What are you doing in the dirt?"

...and he already didn't like this guy. He totally sounded like Asch with wings and a slightly less crappy attitude; last thing he needed right now.

"Just some stuff from home that I don't know how to deal with."

"... I know the feeling. Maybe."

How does he shot feelings towards his original. But at the same time he realized that he probably didn't totally get whatever was wrong with this guy.

Luke glanced at him, the doubt on his face obvious. After a moment, he let out a faint sigh, turning his attention back to the stone before him.

"...I found out that I'll kill thousands of people, and my best friend has been lying to me and is hiding stuff from me now," he murmured.

"... Okay yeah not what I was thinking of."

Geez. That's even worse than Replica Problems.

Luke blew out a breath; yeah, he didn't think so. He leaned back, back thumping against the gravestone behind him.

"That on top of dealing with my original and the Tower..." he muttered. "This place really brings out the worst in people."

"My... I guess you could call him my original... he just showed up in the Tower."

It wasn't quite a question, but there was an unsaid air of 'what do I do?'

He had no idea how to deal with this. Not when he'd had time and input from people to make him start feeling uncomfortable about it.

Luke let out a surprised noise at that, turning his attention back to the angel.

"You're a replica too?"

"Copy, replica, whatever you want to call it. Yeah."

He hunched his shoulders a bit, letting his wings flap. "We don't look exactly the same, but I'm a copy of him."

Luke nodded, letting out a breath.

"Asch and I have little differences... physically anyway," he said softly. "People get confused all the time. It's kind of annoying; we're nothing alike."

"Pit..." He can say his name without insults sometimes. Really. "Pit and I look pretty different - eyes, clothes, wings, hair - but I guess we kind of sound a little similar. We've got some things in common, but not a lot. For one thing he still clings to Palutena like an idiot."

Luke fell silent at that, remembering what Asch said... something like because he relied on the wrong person, ten thousand people died. His stomach twisted on itself, and he clung to himself tighter.

"...maybe he should stop."

And maybe he needed to stop clinging to Van... and to Yu as well.

"He needs to think for himself. When she says jump, he jumps. The only time he didn't was when she was possessed by the Chaos Kin, and then he went right back to it."

... We're not talking about what happened immediately after that, though.

"He just... he doesn't think. And it pisses me off, because if I can think, and I'm just a... just a freaking copy... then he can too."

Luke internally flinched at everything he was saying, all of it hitting right to home. Oh god...

He mentally shook himself, trying to focus on that last part. "There's nothing wrong with being a copy of someone else," he said, sounding determined with that. There really wasn't anything wrong with being the same as someone else. "We're our own person... it's not like we asked to be born, but we're still living the best we can."

"Hmph. I know that. But I got most of what I know from him. So he should be able to think for himself like I can."

His wings totally weren't curling up against himself defensively. Shh.

"Wait... you have your original's memories?"

That blew his mind a little... he had been a complete blank slate when he was born. Guy had to teach him how to walk!

"Mostly. Some of it is hazy, but I was supposed to be a perfect copy of his body and soul."

He rolled his eyes at that. "He broke the mirror before it could be finished, though. Not that I'm not glad I'm not some slobbering minion in the Underworld Army."

"Still, you're lucky… I didn't know anything when I was… made."

It was still difficult to say that. And he wanted to ask what the rest of that meant, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. It sounded way complicated.

"... That sucks."

He didn't know a lot, but knowing nothing just sounded terrible.

"You uh... you got a name?"

"It's Luke," he answered. "Luke fon Fabre."

"... Huh. I'm Dark Pit."

He knows it's weird shut up he didn't name his original.

"Oh... you're the one that wanted to change your name, right?" he asked. "Is... 'Pit' your original's name?"

"Yeah and yeah. He and that goddess of his gave me a bunch of dumb nicknames that I hate."

What the hell kind of name is Pittoo, anyway.

"Hunh..."

He paused a moment. "Actually, 'Luke' is my original's name. He just doesn't want it anymore, so he let me keep it.

"Still, Dark Pit's kinda cool," he continued. "Makes you sound like you're not going to take crap from anyone."

"... Huh." Filing that away for future ~~blackmail~~ reference.

"And I don't. Not from gods, not from minions, not from people. He's a servant of Palutena - but I'm a servant to none other than myself. Now that Hades is gone, I'm free to do whatever the heck I want."