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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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[He'd stayed away from the dormitories the minute he'd been commanded to leave the hall. Far away, wandering the Tower without any purpose at first, letting Luke have whatever space he felt he needed, while Guy himself was left with a sense of frustration he couldn't bother to let go of. There was too much that had been said and yet hadn't been said. There was too much that could have been warped out of context. There isn't an inch of him that regrets jumping to Luke's aid after Asch's poor choice of words, but to see Luke shy away with such a vivid expression of hurt...

Guy wasn't sure how to feel about it. He wasn't sure he wanted to put words to it. He'd rather put the edge of a blade through the side of a tree or through the arm of something that reached out of a darker tower floor. It wasn't that he wanted to be a person who resorted to deceit as often as he did, but it was awfully hard to see why the opposite would do any good when this was the kind of situation that presented itself for the sake of honesty.

He wouldn't hold it against Luke if he hated him for any of this, no matter what he ended up finding out. But regardless of what Luke chose to believe, Guy knows he hadn't lied. A shame it felt somewhat empty.

He'd given it some time before heading up to the graveyard. Luke had never gotten back to him about whether or not he'd spotted Tear's name among the gravestones, so it made enough sense to take a detour and actually get something accomplished rather than wallowing too far into anger. He tracks the names quietly, eyes skimming over the stones...

He doesn't even need to see the name to know which one is Tear's. He can see the flare of red from a distance, and for a long moment, he considers just turning around and leaving. Let him be. Leave him alone. Give him more time, let him come to you.

...

His approach is slow and quiet, arms crossed tightly as he speaks up with a cautious voice.]

...Luke?

[You could color Satsujinki here curious. He knew depression when it was around and while look was in the room, it definitely was heavy. When Luke had left, he followed a little later. Mostly to make sure Luke wasn't going to go do something stupid. Satsujinki would know, he had done that kind of thing plenty of times himself.

But he walked onto floor 48 a little later and listened in, probably being invasive but he didn't mind too much.]

Fix what? How you're feeling right now?

[Because he certainly seemed broken.]

[Luke let out a noncommittal noise, not exactly in the mood to talk to Guy so soon after what happened. That didn't mean someone didn't have something to say; a large lump made its way around Luke, crawling its way up to the back of his neck. Enjoy the sight of big brown eyes and fluffy pink cheagle ears sticking out from the neck of Luke's clothes, Guy.]

Mieeeeuuu!

[That is not a friendly cheagle noise.]

Dark Pit headed back to the graveyard. He really didn't know why he liked this place so much - maybe because it was quiet.

... The sound of someone muttering to themselves was a break in that, though, so he headed over to see what was going on.

"Tch. Asch?" Wait. No. He looked more like an idiot and less like an ass. Also, his clothes were different. "... Uh. Wait. No."

[...He was just walking through the graveyard, doing a cursory inspection of those from his home that's not in this place- Of course, only a few of them were noticeable, but at the very least the number's not inc-

Ah- Euphie's gravestone must be a new addition today. It matters not to him right now, but he's pretty sure that Suzaku would receive a blow from it-?]

...Hm?

[The tell-tale sign of red stopped his thoughts for a moment, and as he approached it, it became clear that said person is actually his roommate.]

Well, this is a rare sight.

[Sort of. While he's seen Luke being depressed before, he's never seen him in this bad of a situation before.]

Luke let out a faint noise, lifting his head to look at the... angel? He didn't think those things actually existed.

"No... I'm Luke," he murmured.

[Luke jumped slightly at the sound of his other roommate, looking up in surprise. Seriously, how did that kid get around? He would have thought he'd use a stick or something to tell when he's about to knock into something, but...]

...yeah, sure. Something like that.

[Broken didn't quite cut it.]

[Luke lifted his head, reaching up to wipe at his face. Yeah, like he really needed to give Lelouch another excuse to quietly mock him. He let out a breath after that, keeping his arms curled up close to his chest.]

Hey, Lelouch.

[Getting around without sight is an acquired skill made simpler with special abilities.]

Something tells me it's a little worse than that. I'd say I don't mean to pry but I obviously am so what's up?

"Right. The other one. Hmph."

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

I just... found out some stuff, and it's hard for me to deal with it right now.

...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.

[The little pink fluffball is definitely not Mieu and not familiar, although it sounds angry enough for Guy to shut his mouth immediately, glancing from the cheagle to the back of Luke's head and back with a rueful expression. He wasn't here to be a threat. Hell, he wasn't here to be anything other than a watchful eye.

Despite the cheagle's growlings, Guy takes a few more steps forward, treading casually and without another word, only stopping when he's close enough to reach out and put a gentle hand against the crown of Luke's head.

Well, if the cheagle doesn't bite him, that is.]

[The cheagle let out a warning noise, but Luke reached around and put a hand on his head, giving him a shove back down his jacket.]

Pipe down, Amnon...

[The cheagle backed down, but even still, there was a pair of eyes watching Guy as he got closer. Luke flinched when Guy put a hand on him, not quite shying away, but the urge to do so was pretty damn tempting. That only made him feel worse; he shouldn't have to worry about his best friend like this...]

[Ahh damn, Luke, don't flinch like that. Guy withdraws his fingers with a pause, grimacing slightly before reaching back out again. It's simple, really; the only motion being that familiar ruffle of Luke's hair against his palm. It was normally just an action of boyish tomfoolery; nothing would fluster Luke more than a quick mess of his hair and a cheesy grin.

But on occasion, it wasn't meant to cheer up in such a childish manner. Nights where words couldn't calm a crying boy, or when he'd had one fall too many and was worn from the day, would find a gentler touch.

He knows comfort isn't something he can offer right now. That was dumb of him.

But...

...]

I'm sorry.

[Luke let out a breath, barely keeping back an annoyed grumble at the fond hair ruffling. He hated that, and Guy knew it too. He blew out another breath, nostrils flaring, before finally lifting his head, shooting Guy a hurt look.]

...why can't you trust me, Guy? I told you, I'm trying to be a better person. How can I do that if people won't even give me a chance?

[He exhales slowly, gaze at the ground as he lowers himself to a seat in the dirt.]

Do you need to wait for a chance to try and be something better?

...Luke, I've been around you for as long as you've been alive. Have I ever said I didn't trust you? Would I have stuck around this long if I didn't trust you?

You know what I mean, Guy!

[He gave him a desperate look, wanting so much to believe what was saying, that Guy was being honest with him. But... then there was what Asch said... and Asch didn't have any reason to lie either...]

No... you wouldn't... but I still don't understand what's going on.

I know.

[Guy's expression holds steady against Luke's own look, an unspoken request for patience behind it. If Luke wanted to understand, he'd have to be willing to listen, regardless of his confusion or hurt.]

It depends what all you're trying to figure out, I guess. You've had a lot dropped on your plate today, so I'm sure that doesn't help. It must be pretty hard on you.

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

Geez. That's even worse than Replica Problems.

Asch already dropped a lot on me... it's not just about... about Akzeriuth, it's you too! You've been keeping something from me, and it's just going to eat away at me knowing that.

[Luke sat up a bit straighter, a determined look on his face. If he couldn't handle his own best friend and his secrets, then why the hell had he survived this long in the Tower?]

Guy... tell me.

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.

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EVERYTHING HURTS, NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL

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Sob. DX

MISTAKEN IDENTITIES GO?

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Excellent... and story of Luke's life. XD

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