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[replicaberry]

[this evening, one can find Luke peering around the stage Ana set up and duct taped a few weeks back, until he finds something and holds it up for a second triumphantly before pocketing it] Found you, you elusive little bastard. For once I'm glad she doesn't keep better track of this thing...

[and now, with a switchblade hidden in his pocket and

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[fononfailure]

*Have a Luke in a white tabard, watching you from some distance away.*

[replicaberry]

[it takes him a minute, but he raises his eyebrows at her. ...he's not terribly amused, but he's not about to let Ana go prime-evil on your ass.] How convenient... Hey! C'mere a second.

[fononfailure]

*hesitates for a moment before coming closer, but well out of reach.*

...yes?

[replicaberry]

[pfft, he's not gonna hurt you. he's Luke. he just kind of shifts his weight from one foot to the other]

...I'm sure you had your reasons for what you did, but I'm letting you know now that I'm not planning on holding her back forever.

[fononfailure]

That's fine. I know that well enough. I don't need forever anyways.

...but understand this. If she tries to kill me before I'm ready, I will defend myself.

[replicaberry]

I wouldn't expect anything different.

...Can I ask you something?

[fononfailure]

Of course. Go ahead.

[replicaberry]

Why, and for that matter, how did you do that to Metalhead?

[fononfailure]

Why? Because he asked me to. As for how, hyperresonance.

[replicaberry]

[raises his eyebrows] Wasn't aware hyperresonance could do something like that. And he asked you to erase everything? His memories, who he was?

[fononfailure]

You learn some things after spending years in the Fon Belt.

Yes, he did. He begged me to let him forget. To be free of pain, if just for a while.

[replicaberry]

[nods slightly] Fair enough.

...Maybe he's the one she oughta be pissed at.

[fononfailure]

Perhaps. But I can't blame him for not wanting to hurt. He deserves to be happy.

[replicaberry]

...And forgetting everything he knew and loved-- his cooking, his music, his lover --can give him the happiness he deserves, you think?

[fononfailure]

...no, I don't. But that's what he wanted, so that is what I did.

[replicaberry]

[laughs humorlessly] Then you're both idiots.