"Yes!" Luka declares, excited, both when Twelve agrees to have him judge and when Gyre confirms his intention to spar with her.

"Good luck, Gyre. I think you will need it." There is a playful, teasing tone to his voice, but Luka genuinely wants Gyre to succeed in the fight. "Go win us that key, okay?"

Luka is about to turn to Six and begin to ask a question when he's hit, again, with the magic vision of Twelve. It's still a wholly unpleasant and disruptive sensation to suddenly have so much information inserted into your mind. It's especially jarring when that mental information is the bizarre, monstrous appearance Twelve's currently taken.

Luka snaps his eyes shut tight and clenches his jaw when it happens. "They have got to stop doing that."