"Thank you." A bewildered Luka replies. He feels the key in his hand and quickly recognizes its distinctive form. "I'm... sorry for interrupting your fight, Twelve. I'd be happy to judge again if you have a rematch sometime."

He did feel guilty for interrupting, though his reasons for doing so were justifiable. Twelve was excited to battle and Luka himself was looking forward to it, too, until everything that happened... happened.

"The key." Luka holds his palm out toward Gyre. His voice is lacking its usual energy - Luka is still feeling unsettled by everything that just transpired.

"Eight can take us to the bridge, right?" Luka follows up, turning in the direction he'd last recognized Eight to be in.