fabrecation | 007 [Voice]

[a;ldskfasj. RIGHT IN THE HEART. Luke cringes and looks away. So he... And he doesn't want to even think about the fact that this is technically Ion.]

... I'm sorry.

[He is indifferent to your suffering, Luke. ~~S-Sob.~~]

Don't apologize. It's not like you did it.

[Yeaaah this is a pretty triggery subject here.]

Too many people have died! It doesn't matter if I did it or- or who did! No one deserves to die-! ♪

[Only Luke could have an emotional outburst be interrupted by the urge to SING.]

[The singing reeeeally detracts from his argument.]

It's not about whether I deserved it or not: I wanted it. I would rather die for a purpose than live without one.

[But it also take the oomph out of the emotion, so Luke calms down enough to just stare down at the counter. That's an issue that eats at him, too; He doesn't seem to have a purpose at all, so... would it be better to die for one than to live without one? Luke's been trying to find one for a while now, and it just seems so... hard, sometimes.]

... I'd rather find one. [Because while a big part of him might think it'd be better if he died... the other side doesn't want to die.] It... might take a while, but we're still... pretty young. Even... [He's not really sure what to call the people who aren't replicas.] ... the others spend a long time trying to find one. Just because we don't have one yet doesn't mean we'll never have it.

[Noct may not be as angry as Sync, but that obstinate pessimism is, unfortunately, in full-gear.]

You might be in a position to say that, but what of me? A replica made for a purpose it couldn't fulfill? Whatever reason I had to live went out the window the moment the 8th opened his perfect little eyes.

... I lost my purpose when I didn't die in Akzeriuth. I don't really have any reason to keep living either.

But here we are.

[It's a damn good thing Guy's a kid and not an adult who might peek at this and stomp downstairs to give Luke a good talking to.]

[Guy isn't the only one who'd be giving Luke a talking to right now.]

Here we are. In a world where not even death brings peace.

[A short, empty laugh.] Sounds like a suitable hell for trash like us.

[ONLY YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOCT. ;A;

Except not, since that word makes Luke wince a little. That sounds like something Asch would say to him... And Luke's been thinking about that discussion he had with Asch just a day after his hearing came back, and it's for that reason that he can't agree with Noct.]

I don't... think we're trash. You're Noct, I'm Luke... We're just two people trying to figure out how to live. We're copies of our originals, but... We're still different from them, right? That... That makes us who we are.

[His words are hesitant - even he's not sure if he believes them. But Luke likes fixing up other people's problems; it's just a little harder when they're so similar to his own. Because then that means he technically has to fix his own problems.] We were both... made to fill in a role, but we couldn't. That doesn't mean our purpose is- gone, we just... need to find one again. We can't just sit around and... you know, wait for one or... o-or anything.

[Noct might actually like you, Luke... maybe. It might just be because they're both replicas without a purpose. Either way, he actually does listen to what Luke's trying to say.]

[But that doesn't mean he'll agree with it.]

...and what if we find that purpose, only to lose it again? Then what? Start all over?

Doesn't seem worth it.

[Luke already likes you, Noct, since he finds it hard to not automatically like and sympathize with a fellow replica.]

Maybe we can find other things to live for along the way. Who says we just need one? ♪

[DAMMIT.]

[He's going to just pretend he didn't hear that singing. Mainly because he's seriously considering what Luke is saying!]

[Then again...]

I thought I found a purpose... when Sync helped me out of the mouth of that volcano. I owed him my life...

That's one, then.

[And since Noct died...]

Maybe we can find a few more here. I mean, I have one small purpose right now... [And that reminds Luke that he's supposed to be cooking. So, he makes a slightly panicked face before he goes away from the journal to get some pots ready. He doesn't want the kids to go hungry on him or anything.]

[...what was up with that face? Noct peers curiously at the journal... did Luke leave?]

What are you doing?

Trying to cook. Guy and Asch got turned into kids, so I need to do all the things they'd do around here... [Too bad he's just not very GOOD at it.]

"Trying"? [That grin is definitely a mocking one.] Are you not very good?

H-Hey, I'm better than some! I just... don't really try very often.

Is that why you were asking for help earlier?

Yeah yeah, it's one thing~ ♪

[GROAN. Good lord he is just. Driving himself. Mad.]

[He considers it for a moment, before shurgging his shoulders.]

If you need it, I guess I can help. Sounds better than hiding out in the shops around town.

[... Whoa, really? The clattering stops for a second as Luke looks back at the journal.]

You would? I-I mean, if you want to, I... I guess I could use the help.

[Flatly:] You wouldn't have asked for help if you didn't need it.

[If he's with Asch, they must share the house. Now where did Asch live again...] House 5, yes?

[Luke flushes a little from that comment.] Y-Yeah, that's right.

[Sorry Luke, you don't get a reply. Noct just closes the journal and makes his way over to House 5. It only takes a few minutes for him to get there, and he's not going to bother knocking either as he opens the door.]

Luke?

In heee-ff ♪

[Why yes, he did slap his hand over his mouth at that last part. It's definitely coming from the kitchen, too.]

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