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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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"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."

"So... do it?" Luke replied with a shrug. "I wish I could be that confident about myself.

... He drooped significantly at that.

"Yeah, that's... that's the thing. I don't know what to do. Most of the monsters are gone at home. But I can't fly on my own anymore, and if something happens to that idiot, then it spells bad news for me. He got his soul stuck in a ring for three years, and it was... nothing, for me. It was like I didn't exist for three years."

It was honestly the most terrified he'd ever been in his short life.

"Whoa... that..."

Was really crappy; he had no idea how to say that and not sound like a horrible human being, so he decided against it.

"Guess you're in the same boat I am then. I'm not really sure what to do with my life, other than to get the hell out of this Tower."

"Heh. We'll kick their asses. After that, though... mm. Do whatever the heck you enjoy. Don't wait for someone to tell you what to do."

There's no better way to make your own meaning than to just do what you want, anyway.

"Heh, yeah..."

He paused, looking up at the ceiling.

"If our worlds really are gone... then I wanna see other worlds. All of them; any one I can travel to."

"Sounds like fun. Meet new people, beat up the baddies..."

He could play the hero sometimes. But it was his choice to do so or not, because of who he was, not who his original was.

Luke let out a faint chuckle. "Yeah, exactly," he replied, before a contemplative look came to his face. "You know... just a few months ago, I didn't know anything beyond my manor. Now I'm getting the chance to see more than just one world... it's weird, but... I'm actually grateful for this place."

"... Huh? Why were you just staying at home?"

Humans. Why do they do the things they do?

"Oh, my uncle had me confined to the manor to keep me from getting hurt," Luke explained, before making a face. "'Luke' had been kidnapped, and I was the one found... but like I said, I didn't know anything. They didn't want anything like that to happen again."

"... You got switched with your original." It didn't take a genius to figure that one out. "Huh. Weird..."

There was obviously something there, but he wasn't dumb enough to push at it right now. He was quiet for a few moments. "Pit talked with some humans before, but before this place I'd never actually met one."

"Yeah... seems that way."

He looked curiously at Dark Pit. "Really? Who do you normally hang out with then?"

"... I don't, really. The only people I'd talked to before here were Pit, Palutena, Viridi and her generals, and Hades. ... I'd rather forget the last one. None of them are human."

He suddenly felt very young again.

"Well, there's plenty of humans around here," Luke said with a laugh. "And they're not all grumpy like my original."

"He's not so bad, actually. At least he wasn't to me. But yeah. There are. More humans than I usually see in one place, even in cities. Unless they're at war."

Which hopefully should stop soon.

"Ugh; I guess he's just a jerk to me," Luke muttered, rolling his eyes. He paused a moment at the mention of war though, making a face. "...I don't understand war. I hate killing... why would so many people want to kill each other at once?"

"I think he's only a jerk if you're being dumb."

Slightly hidden jab at Luke? Probably.

"... Well Hades kind of started that one. He wanted lots of people to die so he could use their souls to make monsters. It takes a lot of souls to make one minion."

"Oy..."

He made a face, before he processed the rest of what Dark Pit just said. Souls... into monsters? What...?

"I... don't really understand."

"He's the lord of the dead. He can do stuff like that if he wants to. Doesn't mean he should, but he can."

Welcome to Nintendo, Luke.

In his defense, he's just a remake.

"Weird... and you've had to deal with someone like that?"

"Yeah. He's... well. Not dead dead, he's a god... but it should take a while for him to put himself back together. Literally."

"More gods...?" Luke asked, scratching the side of his head. He was starting to feel like his was the only world that didn't have anything like them... to his knowledge anyway. "Well, at least he's not a problem for anyone, right?"

"Yeah. He'll probably take a few decades to pull himself together, and we'll kick his ass again." Hopefully without having to go through as much shit this time.

... Then again knowing their luck there'd probably be someone else behind Hades. Hopefully not. Reusing game plots is dumb.