As usual, the swordsman was rather unresponsive when the doctor first spoke. Luke had always been a bit of a heavy sleeper, though that didn't mean he had a good sleep: he often was plagued with nightmares, first of the soldiers that he had fought (killed) when he first started his adventure, and then nightmares of what he did at Akzeruith.
So when he heard someone murmur his name, the boy perceived it at being part of his dream, and didn't think much of it. Until the next thing he knew, something was choking him. Luke's eyes flew open, and he really didn't like what he was seeing.
Maybe this was just another nightmare.
"Uh?" came Luke's rather intelligent response to the whole situation.
At the angle that Luke was laying in, the doctor's face was shrouded in darkness, only leaving the redhead to use his imagination when the man stood there silently. However, the pause didn't last long, and he began to move about the tiny room, quickly prepping for what was to come.
"Luke fon Fabre, that's your name isn't it?" The doctor spoke amusedly, fiddling with something underneath the examination table.
"Funny, I remember seeing another patient with the same name. In fact, he looked just like you. Would you two be related by any chance? Brothers?" His voice was smooth and casual as he went about his work.
Luke's body tensed as the faceless figure before him started talking again, this time about his name. Ugh, talk about hitting him where it hurt. It might have been a smarter idea to just keep quiet, but Luke glared, trying to struggle against the straps. He would not just lie down and take this, he had to at least try to get out, damnit!
"I'm..." He tried to find the words, but the damned doctor had a point. He really didn't have anything to say, since it was true. But damnit, this wasn't the time to be thinking about these kinds of things.
"Gah, shut up! Let me go, damnit!" Luke all but screamed, with a false attempt at bravado.
"I'm afraid I can't do that just yet, Luke." The doctor made sure to emphasize the single syllable of his name, almost like it was coated in a thick and putrid slime for being stolen from its original and tacked haphazardly on this fake.
"You see, there's a few questions I'd like to be answered. I could always call 'Asch' in, but it'd be such a waste if I killed him. At least if I accidentally killed you there's always the chance of making another."
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So when he heard someone murmur his name, the boy perceived it at being part of his dream, and didn't think much of it. Until the next thing he knew, something was choking him. Luke's eyes flew open, and he really didn't like what he was seeing.
Maybe this was just another nightmare.
"Uh?" came Luke's rather intelligent response to the whole situation.
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"Luke fon Fabre, that's your name isn't it?" The doctor spoke amusedly, fiddling with something underneath the examination table.
"Funny, I remember seeing another patient with the same name. In fact, he looked just like you. Would you two be related by any chance? Brothers?" His voice was smooth and casual as he went about his work.
"Or are you perhaps just borrowing his looks?"
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"I'm..." He tried to find the words, but the damned doctor had a point. He really didn't have anything to say, since it was true. But damnit, this wasn't the time to be thinking about these kinds of things.
"Gah, shut up! Let me go, damnit!" Luke all but screamed, with a false attempt at bravado.
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"You see, there's a few questions I'd like to be answered. I could always call 'Asch' in, but it'd be such a waste if I killed him. At least if I accidentally killed you there's always the chance of making another."
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