"Oh." He says simply, deflating even more. Luka's absolutely disheartened by Eight's answer. This is the kind of response someone gives when they have absolutely no interest in carrying on a conversation with you. He had foolishly expected an opportunity to have a lively conversation about mutual interests and passions, but being met with Eight's blunt responses had all but shut that dream down.

"Me too." He shares, regardless. "I'm a musician... and Ten told me you're blind too. I found the braille in the garden pathway. So... we have a few things in common."

Luka lets his awkward attempt to connect to Eight linger in the air, hoping maybe he'd engage beyond a few words. He felt flustered trying to make friends with the monster. It wasn't a position he was often in: people are usually desperate to make friends with a celebrity like him. And so, he wasn't exactly sure what to do when met with apparent rejection.

"The Wizard said you'd be fighting us, but not really, tomorrow?" He asks eventually. "What's with that?"