"Me?!" Luka can't help but laugh at the suggestion. "Sure, I'll do my best. Maybe I'll surprise you."

He has no idea how he'd manage fighting Twelve. Those glimpses of her subduing Gyre so effortlessly proved enough that Luka wouldn't last a moment, but the idea of trying to take her on had lifted Luka's spirits. He wouldn't want to disappoint her again, so he'd try his best.

It's then that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, and Eight's message reads out when he opens it. Luka figures he was as ready as he'd ever be, so he types out a response.

"Ready."