[At first, Luke thought he could do this. He got the haramaki over her eyes, and he starts to tie the ends together -
But then he feels her arms around him, and the effects are instant. He feels dread, anxiety and insecurity, and he feels far more alone out here than he really is. Why was he alone out here? Why wasn't anyone with him? Everyone back there must -
He cringes and squeezes his eyes shut. No, no, people love him! He knows it! Xion, Tear, everyone from Auldrant, all the friends he made, they wouldn't -
But why? Everything he did... He shouldn't have so many friends. They should be Asch's. He's a thief. He's nothing but a piece of trash who stole the lives of thousands, including his own original. He should be locked up and he should pay for his crimes; the nightmares and flashbacks aren't enough.
All of this makes Luke take in deep breaths, and he keeps shutting his eyes and opening them, shaking his head, then repeating the process. His hands shake, and he tries desperately to keep that blindfold around her head. He knows, he knows that if he lets it go, it'll be far worse than this. And he knows... When she comes to her senses, she'll awful for this.
He lets out a small cry of fear, protest, despair, and his arms waver. He can't, he can't, he...]
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But then he feels her arms around him, and the effects are instant. He feels dread, anxiety and insecurity, and he feels far more alone out here than he really is. Why was he alone out here? Why wasn't anyone with him? Everyone back there must -
He cringes and squeezes his eyes shut. No, no, people love him! He knows it! Xion, Tear, everyone from Auldrant, all the friends he made, they wouldn't -
But why? Everything he did... He shouldn't have so many friends. They should be Asch's. He's a thief. He's nothing but a piece of trash who stole the lives of thousands, including his own original. He should be locked up and he should pay for his crimes; the nightmares and flashbacks aren't enough.
All of this makes Luke take in deep breaths, and he keeps shutting his eyes and opening them, shaking his head, then repeating the process. His hands shake, and he tries desperately to keep that blindfold around her head. He knows, he knows that if he lets it go, it'll be far worse than this. And he knows... When she comes to her senses, she'll awful for this.
He lets out a small cry of fear, protest, despair, and his arms waver. He can't, he can't, he...]