"I know. We have to." He sighs at the small comfort of Gyre's touch, but his words are shaky and unsure. He moves his hand over Gyre's thoughtlessly, wishing he could have the confidence to believe everything would work out so easily.

"I hate how he's silenced us." Luka's other hand clenches tightly at his phone as a miserable anger rises within him. "Every second we're prevented from setting this straight is another second someone who believed in me thinks I've betrayed them. I could never. I'm nobody without them."

Luka knows Gyre's equally as powerless to fix the problem as he is at the moment, but it felt cathartic to put his thoughts into words, and anything was better than burying them and stewing in his misery.