[Luke glowers down at the floor again. He was... happy here in Luceti. In Auldrant, he was worthless. He was a replica, something to be feared. His father locked him up again and regarded him with an awkward tension as well as his usual aloofness, and his mother... well, she treated him the same, and she was the only one. Even the maids treated him like some kind of wild animal on a thin leash, even the knights wondered if they should really serve him, knowing he wasn't the real Luke. They were all afraid of him, all cautious, all so... hateful.
In Luceti, no one cared what he was. He was still well liked, had a lot of friends, and even had a girlfriend. The experiments sucked and the war was something Luke could do without, he knew that for sure, but...
He was still happy. And he was content, thinking that Auldrant didn't need someone like him anymore. With the outer lands lowered, it should've still been peaceful. Maybe everyone would get over how hard it is to get over the Score... Maybe everyone would get along.
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In Luceti, no one cared what he was. He was still well liked, had a lot of friends, and even had a girlfriend. The experiments sucked and the war was something Luke could do without, he knew that for sure, but...
He was still happy. And he was content, thinking that Auldrant didn't need someone like him anymore. With the outer lands lowered, it should've still been peaceful. Maybe everyone would get over how hard it is to get over the Score... Maybe everyone would get along.
How naive.]
... I'm not. Not anymore.