[here's Asch, curled up on the ground, hands pressed to his ears and eyes clenched shut]
Tch... no... go away... go away! GoawaygoawaygoawaygoAWAY! You're not real... you're not! I... leave me alone...! You're not real... I'm not you! M-my life isn't fake...!
[laying sprawled on the ground, bloodied up and face down is one beaten up Luke. He's use quite a bit of fonons to heal himself but he ended up wearing himself out and soon passes out from blood/fonon loss. There were still quite a bit of injuries that were still in need of attention, particularly his legs and his back...poke him?]
[ Okay, so sandwiches aren't exactly the best food for romancing someone. Therefore! Luke has decided it would be a good idea to try something else, namely roasted chicken. Everyone loves chicken. It's smoky, tender, mouthwatering to the point of taking you to a heaven of wonderful tastes...
...or not. In this case it happens to look more like the charcoal in the fire pit it was being cooked over. Young cheagles aren't the best regulators of flame temperature, apparently. ]
Asch? I think you actually know the most about this... Can you help me? [carrying around a few books he found, and he has a huge amount of paper and pencils]