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[It's been a bit of a depressing time for Luke. Xion has her memories again, and everything's been okay - amazing, really, with her... but so many people whom Luke has grown close to have left. His mother, Yuri, Zack, Noel... Guy. For someone who always gets so attached to his friends, it ended up hurting a great deal, more than a lot of other things he's dealt with in this world.

Only days ago, he went to finally get his death penalty removed. It took him a while to recover, and a while before he could get food in his mouth without wanting to throw up, but finally, today, he seems to be okay.

He celebrated during the day with a meal that he could finally taste. It was his favorite, in fact - chicken parmesan. And he ended up shutting his eyes and savoring it, having spent several months without it since it had such a weird texture without taste. It made him truly happy.

And now, in the evening, for the first time ever, he goes to the bar with the intent to get himself his first drink. It's not like he wants to get drunk or anything, but it's merely out of curiosity. A couple months before, Zack had made him a drink, his first one, and Luke did his best to hide that he actually couldn't taste it. Now, though, he wants to see what it was like, more for the memory of Zack grinning and egging him on than anything.

So, once he makes it there, he'll sit at the bar and wait, his gaze occasionally going towards the wall. What was the name of that drink again...?

Later, Luke decides that sitting around and moping isn't going to help him with the pain of missing someone. So, instead, he turns to the journal. ... Now to figure out how to word this properly.]

Um. [Good start. Sort of.] I have something to ask all of you. It's kind of a stupid question, but...

I don't know. Everyone here probably misses someone, so... How do you deal with it? When it gets... bad.

... I'm sorry, I know it's stupid to ask. Just - Forget I said anything, all right?

Uh... [Well, now what does he talk about, with him trying to change the subject and all?] Anyone here play music? The ones I don't see in school, anyway.

[Much better.]

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Of course.

[Luke's voice remains even and calm, he's glad that even just talking is helping the young man out. Of course he'd want to do more, but they aren't close, and he's not the prying sort.]

How long have you been here, Luke?

Uh... A year - No, wait, two years now. Maybe a little longer... Why?

Curiosity. Time...gives perspective, and I've only been here a year myself. I've had friends, and my own father, come and go. And a lot of time to think on where my life at home is heading.

But it sounds like you've had it rough.

I - No, I wouldn't call it rough. There's people who've been here longer than me who had a lot more painful things happen to them. I mean, your father...

[He trails off, and his voice is quiet when he speaks again.] My mother left not long ago, too. I'm glad she did; she's been frail for as long as I've known her, and I'm happy she's away from all this. But... I still miss her.

My father has his own destiny to meet. It's not our way to dwell. And...it was strange, he was seven years my junior.

I can't imagine what it must be like to have your mother back, and then taken away.

[Really, he can't. He's never met Padme]

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