"You're right, though, they don't really die. They come back every year, so it's not a real death, right? I tried to tell Gyre that and well, you know what happened next." He sighs, pausing for a long moment before he continues. "But yeah, I don't feel good about it."

He didn't like to admit it. Saying it aloud made it too real.

"I thought killing the monsters would be this grand moment. I thought killing Four would heal my wounded pride, but I didn't feel anything at all when I did it. Nothing about anything is even close to how I thought it would be. How stupid."

He breathes in sharply, and if Olivia's observant, she'll notice that Luka is trying to hold back tears. He quickly gathers himself and raises a hand in the air to summon the waitress.

"I think I need another drink."