"Right..." Luka says slowly, picking up the knife again to make another cut. "I'm sorry about that. I wish I'd known better. Maybe they'd be awake by now."

He goes back to working quietly, letting the guilty feeling settle in his stomach. He's thinking about Seven crawling around on all fours and wondering why they'd prefer that. Maybe their shape wasn't entirely humanoid?

"I bet you'll have a lot of catching up to do when they wake up, right, Ten?"