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[ Emerging from one of the many identical buildings is Luke, too busy looking through a letter in his hand to notice the sudden change in scenery until he crumples the paper up and chucks it to the ground to stomp on it. He then takes approximately two steps before glancing around at the strange area. ]

...this is isn't Baticul. What the hell..

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Hn. At least I can't say you aren't observant.

I'm not some incompetent mor--

...there's a face I hoped never to see.

Hm.

And what brings the illustrious number one son here?

[raises an eyebrow] You must have me confused with someone else.

Hah! There isn't anyone besides the two of us.

If that's what you'd like to believe.

It's what I know to be true.

Must be nice to think that everything fits into the small world that you know.

Oh it's just peachy knowing how my 'life' fits together for other people to use.

If you're going to start whining, then save it for someone who honestly gives a damn.

I don't whine about things. I fix them.

Sounds to me more like you're whining.

It's easier if they think all you do is complain.

If you say so.

Are we done with this pointless chatter? I have more important things to deal with than you.

More important things like getting hopelessly lost. Right. I'll let you get to that.

From the looks of things, I'm already lost, so I fail to see how worse it can be to wander around.

Never know what you'll run into in this place.

Hmph. Don't know why you care.

I never said I do.

You're putting a lot of effort into something that you don't.

You call this effort?

I sure as hell wouldn't go out of my way to talk to you.

You passed by, you were talking to yourself, I pointed out you were observant. No effort.

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