Luka clenches his teeth, a last ditch effort not to break down when he feels Olivia's comforting touch. This was not an opportune place to be seen losing his composure, and he'd be ashamed to do so in front of Olivia. She was a Protector's Knight, and he was the Princess - he should be looked to as leader, and crying in a taqueria was not a very good look.

"Maybe." He mutters, but he can't believe it. He'd sought Four out unnecessarily to kill them. It was far from a heroic thing to do, not like slaying a monster in a battle.

"We will fix this. We need to fix this." He emphasizes, turning his hand under hers to take hold of it. "No matter what fixing it ends up requiring."