The word "destroyed" hung in the air, feeling almost as though it is smothering him. Hearing it spoken out loud, like that-... Well, it feels very much like a punch to his gut. He gives an empty expression, for a moment.

"Ex...periments... and games?"

He can't bring himself to mention the part of the worlds being gone, now. In the very back of his mind, a nagging voice questions the point in even fighting this place. "What's the point when there's nothing to go back to?"

Luke shakes his head at the last sentence, "It's not your fault. You're just as much of a victim, as I am..."

He offers a smile. It's weak, but he's trying. It's all he can do, to keep himself from walking back to his bed and curling up into a ball. He attempts to sound less depressing, with his next sentence.

"I'm gonna go change. Mind showing me where the bathroom is?"