[It never sits well with Guy to forget the sound of someone's voice. To cling to whatever memories he still had of those that he no longer could see was, in itself, a small, stubborn comfort. In the months that he had returned to this godforsaken place, the absence of his former master gave him yet another voice to focus on, to dig up through memories of Auldrant and Luceti and refuse to acknowledge the day that those memories would fade.
He didn't want to forget Luke. Really, Guy doesn't see how he ever could.
Worn and weary from a mission nearly an Auldrant month long, Guy's last desire is to be social. He wants to go home, wave off Peony's prodding and Jade's trolling. Maybe sneak through the bedroom window and soak himself in a shower for a while. Maybe the sky wasn't actually blue.
He at least has managed to get in through the window. But curiosity works with common sense to get him to scan his journal, sprawled out on his bed with exhausted interest...
...And the sound of that voice is like a bolt of lightning to his warm nerves. Gloved fingers clench at the binding of the book, a million thoughts flying through his head, all coming to one conclusion. Luke was here. Luke was here.
Alive.
Screw his own privacy.]
Luke--!! [A forced pause - he wants to chide, to call the boy an idiot and tell him to stop messing with things that could hurt him. But it all goes out the window.]
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He didn't want to forget Luke. Really, Guy doesn't see how he ever could.
Worn and weary from a mission nearly an Auldrant month long, Guy's last desire is to be social. He wants to go home, wave off Peony's prodding and Jade's trolling. Maybe sneak through the bedroom window and soak himself in a shower for a while. Maybe the sky wasn't actually blue.
He at least has managed to get in through the window. But curiosity works with common sense to get him to scan his journal, sprawled out on his bed with exhausted interest...
...And the sound of that voice is like a bolt of lightning to his warm nerves. Gloved fingers clench at the binding of the book, a million thoughts flying through his head, all coming to one conclusion. Luke was here. Luke was here.
Alive.
Screw his own privacy.]
Luke--!! [A forced pause - he wants to chide, to call the boy an idiot and tell him to stop messing with things that could hurt him. But it all goes out the window.]