[It was a wild enough guess, and he knew it wouldn't be the right one, and yet here he was, trying and hoping that maybe this wouldn't be leading to the same damn conclusion that kept haunting him. Guy doesn't ever remember saying that, which means Luke... is from the future. And whether that future is a temporary separation or something more... literal...
He doesn't want to think about it, but it now burns at the front of his thoughts, tying his tongue for a few moments, forcing him to keep marching through the snow even though his surroundings feel practically nonexistent at this very second.]
...Nah, don't think that. You weren't exactly the best liar.
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He doesn't want to think about it, but it now burns at the front of his thoughts, tying his tongue for a few moments, forcing him to keep marching through the snow even though his surroundings feel practically nonexistent at this very second.]
...Nah, don't think that. You weren't exactly the best liar.