Luka goes quiet, having picked up on Gyre's worsening mood.

His face falls and his apparent excitement all but disappears as Gyre explains the monsters' lifespans and their maddening cycle of death and return. Luka's mind can't help but wander to thoughts about Four: if perhaps he had encountered them when he was brought to the past (maybe), how old they were (a child too?), and if his strike with the Protector's sword had killed them permanently (probably had).

"I'm sorry." It's all he says, at first, his hand on Gyre's arm squeezing slightly. It was merely an attempt to soothe the knight's clearly troubled state, but Luka continues, following from his previous train of thought. "I'm sorry for killing Four."

It was something he'd wanted to say for awhile. To Gyre, to Five - to all the monsters, really, especially now that they'd allowed him here in the garden. But the fact that you killed someone's friend (or family?) isn't a topic you really want to broach when they graciously allow you into their safe haven.

"I didn't know any of that." He says again, after a moment of reflection. "They don't deserve it."