Luka sits on the bench in silence as Gyre and Five (?) make their leave. That was... weird, and Luka's left feeling suitably weird about it as well. As the sound of their footsteps fade into the distance, he returns his attention to Ten.

"I'm sorry about that." He says. "I didn't know he was here. Or, well, that he'd be so mad that I fought back against Seven. You're not mad about it, are you, Ten?"

Luka isn't sure he wants to hear the answer. It would hurt to find out that Ten was angry with him, but if he was, Luka was ready to make his case. Ten felt easier to talk to than Gyre or Five about this. Mostly because Ten had yet to hit him in the face with anything.