Why would he be crying? He doesn't know, but as he clutches his head and the tears continue to flow he feels his face flush hot with shame. Was he crying for Seven? It didn't deserve any sympathy. It's a murderer, after all.

He hears Seven's ragged breathing in the distance and his hand tightens its grip on the crossbow's stock, sending a jolt of pain up his forearm. He thinks about how much of a pathetic mess he must look like now, sobbing in the street.

As Luka grits his teeth and turns to retreat, Ten announces themselves and he feels his stomach drop.

"Handle this?" He snaps, still crying. "How are you going to handle this?!"