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Luke's in the common room, smoking and thinking about five years that exist hundreds of years in the future. The people he met there. The people here, who he missed so much throughout those five years and how it feels like he's finally home.
Even if his home is... broken. He gets that sense just being here. The atmosphere down here now seems more like what he feel into than what it was when he left. Not that it doesn't make complete sense, but it scares him.
V had said that really the future he fell into was only one possible future, based on decisions, choices, events that have happened before. The world just can't be fated like that, Luke. Fated so that none of it can change. It can't be or the world's just fucked and what's the point of livin', anyway?
He misses V. And Tu and everyone else. But especially V.
But this is home. This is where he belongs now.
Even if his home is... broken. He gets that sense just being here. The atmosphere down here now seems more like what he feel into than what it was when he left. Not that it doesn't make complete sense, but it scares him.
V had said that really the future he fell into was only one possible future, based on decisions, choices, events that have happened before. The world just can't be fated like that, Luke. Fated so that none of it can change. It can't be or the world's just fucked and what's the point of livin', anyway?
He misses V. And Tu and everyone else. But especially V.
But this is home. This is where he belongs now.