And--he'd seen this, hadn't he? Or something very close to it, back when Temenos and Harley had found her dead. But that's an entirely different experience from living through it. Luke is used to pain--lived at its mercy constantly before his time here--but this sort of pain is particularly unique. He's used to seeing horrible sights, but this is a special kind of horrible.
He catches his breath when it ends--and his hands automatically come up, as if to preemptively steady her.]
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[But he's cut off as he's pulled into the memory.
And--he'd seen this, hadn't he? Or something very close to it, back when Temenos and Harley had found her dead. But that's an entirely different experience from living through it. Luke is used to pain--lived at its mercy constantly before his time here--but this sort of pain is particularly unique. He's used to seeing horrible sights, but this is a special kind of horrible.
He catches his breath when it ends--and his hands automatically come up, as if to preemptively steady her.]
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I'm all right, [She says hurriedly, patting a hand to his, nodding quickly.] I'm all right, Luke. Are you okay? I'm sorry.
[For the unprompted show of gore. And the madhouse battlefield beyond, too.]