[It takes a long moment and the footfalls of the guards to finally get Asch to move; in one smooth motion he pulls away from his mother and stands in front of Luke instead, sword half-lifted, arm outstretched in front of his replica. He looks uncertain, almost afraid, and obviously struggling.]
Wait- wait! I... I have questions. I'm fine, don't send him away yet. My lesson's not over.
[His mother smiles patiently, taking a step forward. "Luke, you're upset. This is a situation for adults, so please sheath your sword and go back to your studies before someone gets hurt."
And it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like her. Being challenged like that by her son would be hurtful to her. The guards are waiting to see what they do, despite the duke's orders. It's wrong. It's all wrong.
It's too perfect.]
How... how do we get out...
[It isn't so simple as just walking out the door. It's never that easy. He can remember this- remember reading about it, not home but somewhere else, a dim, uncomfortable memory of dreams and shifting and- killing-
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Wait- wait! I... I have questions. I'm fine, don't send him away yet. My lesson's not over.
[His mother smiles patiently, taking a step forward. "Luke, you're upset. This is a situation for adults, so please sheath your sword and go back to your studies before someone gets hurt."
And it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like her. Being challenged like that by her son would be hurtful to her. The guards are waiting to see what they do, despite the duke's orders. It's wrong. It's all wrong.
It's too perfect.]
How... how do we get out...
[It isn't so simple as just walking out the door. It's never that easy. He can remember this- remember reading about it, not home but somewhere else, a dim, uncomfortable memory of dreams and shifting and- killing-
...oh god.]