“No, you go back to being a part of Sxicq. Or something.” He says, sounding unsure. “That’s not the same as dying, if you just come back in a year.”

Luka keeps the sword at his side, making no movement to raise it.

“I’m not going to cut you. Not if I don’t have to.” He explains. “But can you tell me what your goal is with this performance? What’s the message of it?”