[Luke has gotten out of bed and gone outside, arm on a sling and still all bandaged up, and a little bloody from moving too much. He's staring blankly ahead, and mumbling in a soft voice]
Flowers...That's a tree. And a bush...screwdriver...
[Looks at the people passing by, but just goes back to his mumbling]
Hm...I wonder where Mother is...grass, big
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[Looks at her, and reaches for her eyebrow] What's that?
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And Mom! I don't know your name!
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And who's Father? I met someone with eyes of that color [points at the sky], and his hair was that color [points at the sun] He knew my name, but he told me he wasn't father...
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...that would be Guy. Your father looks a lot like me, only with hair that's more red and flows the other way.
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[[OMG I'M DYING FROM THE CUTE~]]
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