"Some of these scars must be from then." Luka muses quietly. He realizes now that Gyre very well might have died back then, too, and doesn't press any further. He recognizes the precarious and sensitive topic he's talked his way into.

"You've been through so much already. And now you're here, risking your life again?" He sighs as he squeezes Gyre's hand in his. "That doesn't seem fair."