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[Ever since Bil/Catherine/whatever told him that the sword Guy lost would probably be returned, Luke checked the weapon shop every day in the hopes of finding it. The days he didn't find it were met with a disheartened sigh, half-hearted lingering to check out the rest of the weapons, then wandering back home. He remained hopeful, though, always diligently checking to see if it was there.

Today, however, Luke's efforts paid off. There, glittering on one of the displays, is the weapon he'd been looking for. He nearly sags with relief, and he grabs the sword before anyone can even think of taking it for themselves. He stays a little longer to see if everyone's doing okay with Sokka still at the draft, and then he heads home, sword in hand.

After all of that, Luke heads to his room and flops down on his bed, a little worn out from the day's events. He opens his journal, hoping to get to talk to at least one or two of the draftees whenever the Malnosso decide to return them to the hotel rooms.]

How's everyone doing out there?

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Luke?

[Guy doesn't bother Luke until dinnertime rolls around, and then he goes about the house taking suggestions on what he should make. He knocks on Luke's doorjamb before letting himself in.]

Hey Luke?

[ this has been a series of pretty much the longest days ever. the last draft was like this too, but ... it never really gets better.

so it's a very tired poppet that crashes into bed that night, staying awake just long enough to check her journal for anything pressingly important.

... oh. hey Luke. ]

Okay. [ her voice is soft, but amiable. she sounds alright, at least. ]

[And this had been just before Luke darted forward to grab the sword, so he doesn't answer her just yet. He grips the hilt of the blade, though not lifting it up, as he's too busy plain gaping at it. It was here... It was really here! The weapon that was lost because of him... It was here!

That's when he realizes that someone called him, and he pauses, blinks, then looks over his shoulder.]

... Oh, Winry! Hey! [He sure sounds relieved and happy.]

You find something you like?

[Luke had had his back to the door, holding the sword in a way that his body hid it. He'd been practicing what to say to Guy, see, and how to present the sword properly. It wouldn't do to just... hand it to him, right?

But the knock and the voice makes him jump and spin around, and... there's the Jewel of Gardios, gripped awkwardly in Luke's left hand as he raises it up a little with surprise.]

Whoa, Guy! Jeez, say something before you...

[... Ah, right. The sword is. Kind of right there, huh.

So much for formal.]

[There's one special girl he's looking for. Though she sounds tired (and who can blame her, really?), Luke still has to smile and duck his head just slightly with relief.]

Good... [And then he lifts it up with a slight smirk.] You didn't turn purple this time, huh?

Heh heh... Yeah, you could say that.

[Finally, he lifts it up. This is the sword that's been hanging in his foyer since before Luke was even born...]

Do you know when you got this?

[Guy stills when he sees the Jewel in Luke's hand. A cocktail of emotions bolt through his chest but he settles on relief after only a second or two, smiling softly, eyes still on the sword.]

...found that, did you?

[He'd thought he would never see it again. Had resolved to let it go.]

No, I don't pay much mind to the weapons. Is it important?

[ mm. just hearing his voice is enough to take away a bit of the day's tension. like it's done every night, when they've spoken...

oh, hey now. that is just unfair. Xion'll stick her tongue out at him. ] No! Come on, that was only the first day. I still can't get over how weird that was.

[ shift, shift. she's curled up in a ball on her side, her head propped on one arm while the other holds the journal up. it's a slightly awkward position, but she's too tired to sit up. don't mind her as she stifles a yawn. ]

... Yeah. I... kind of asked for it.

[How did he practice this? Luke had just about gotten it right before Guy bolted him out of it, and now everything he'd rehearsed had flown out of his head. He turns the sword slightly in his hand - dammit, dammit, what had he told himself to say?

Then again... Maybe it's better this way.

Luke holds out the sword with one hand... then thinks better of it, leans it to the side to lay the flat side of it in his other hand, and then offers it to Guy.]

I'm sorry for making you lose it.

[Guy takes the Jewel, turns it over in his hands. Examines the way the blade and hilt gleam as if it had just been forged yesterday. Decades hadn't dulled the weapon in the least; it really was the prize of the Gardios family.

Then he tossed it to the side; it landed on the floor with a heavy clunk. Guy stepped over it and pulled Luke into a hug.]

I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

[Luke just leans his cheek against his hand and softens his smirk to a half smile as he watches the sight. Even after such hard battles, Xion still managed to look so... adorable. Yeah, that's the right word. And not in the annoying way, like those damn cheagles, but... genuinely adorable.

He's so lucky, man.]

I still think you could've scared all those enemies off just by growling at them. [He makes a light growling sound and makes mock fangs with his free hand, a very quiet, way less dramatic reenactment of his attempts to cheer her up when she first told him about what happened.]

I'm fine. How are you?

[even if you weren't actually meaning to talk to her.]

It's really important. [He lets the sword rest in his hands, hilt on one and the flat of the blade on another.] This belongs to Guy. He lost it while he was trying to save me...

[ she is aware of none of these things. she is just getting comfy here, alright, even if it makes her more liable to drift off to sleep.

dlgjaj goddamnit she still laughs. quiet, the sound a little strained with her exhaustion. but still. ] Yeah right! I think I scared my friends more than anyone in the Third Party.

[ she yawns again. this time a squeaky noise escapes her. it is adorable. she does not notice. ]

How's everything back in the village, anyway?

[Tear is pleasantly surprised to hear from Luke when she checks the journal, taking some much needed rest in her room after a long day. Her voice is tired, but has a hint of happiness nonetheless.]

Things could have gone more smoothly, but it's all right now.

[At first, Luke eyes went wide once Guy tossed it aside; What the heck, Guy, he went through a lot of guilt and talking to people he didn't like and hopelessness to get that back for you and wasn't it really important to you-

And then he's pulled into a hug, and... Well, his eyes still stay wide, and he doesn't hug back at first. Just stays frozen in place while he glances over at Guy's hair.]

... What? But that's...

[It's because Guy knows Luke was guilt tripping himself that he did that. The Jewel is important to him, very much so...but Guy needs Luke to understand this.

Guy squeezes Luke before pulling back and holding him at arm's length.]

Luke, you're more important to me than any sword or any family legacy. I want you to understand that, okay? I want you to know it.

You are more important to me than being a Gardios is.

[Minato is pretty much curled up in an exhausted ball with a massive headache after a mishap in today's fighting. He's still not clear on what exactly happened, but he's probably not going to be much use tomorrow.

He wants to sleep, but the headache is making that difficult. After turning over once though he hears Luke's voice through the journal. Maybe that will be a distraction.]

Still hanging on. [downplaying to the extreme. he's still acting as calm as usual though, so the only obvious sign of anything up is the slight weary edge to his voice.]

[Doesn't matter - he'd like a report from everyone, actually.]

Good. Better than good, actually! [He's still worried about the people he cares about out there, of course, but finding the sword and finally being able to give it to Guy has left him in good spirits.]

[And the other special girl he's looking for! Luke smiles and lets out a quiet sigh in relief, then settles a little further to talk to her more comfortably.]

I'm just glad to hear you're okay. Actually, you sound kind of tired... [... Well, obviously, she'd just been fighting hard and all. Luke seems to realize that as soon as the sentence leaves his mouth, as his smile falls away in favor of rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair.] ... Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.

I am well, although I do find myself missing the village more than I had expected when this began...

[How much of that did Luke catch after the image of Cheyenne covered in blood came up on the page? She did only just return to her room, after all.]

Oh, you know. It's been great. Yesterday we had a picnic. A little volleyball. The Third Party ruined the sandwiches though.

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