"Maybe it was, at some point." Luka comments, trying to muster any positivity that he can in the moment. "Something happened. I don't know what or when, but I don't think they came here with bad intentions. The Protector... lost sight of things along the way."

He sighs, reflecting on the mess and ruin that this one person wrought by simply losing his way. All the deaths in the name of his ego, or his pettiness, whichever made him this way.

"But that might mean he can be brought back around, right?" He says, his tone lifting hopefully as he turns to Garrot. Oh Luka, if only you knew what was in store for you all. "Maybe there's still time to build those ships."