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[A certain fraccion is sitting out by his lonesome, looking rather depressed as he twirled a scalpel between his fingers, before throwing it into the dirt as hard as he could with a faint growl. Of course, him throwing something as hard as he could meant that the scalpel buried itself almost entirely. Another faint sigh escaped from him; he supposed he should pull it back out before one of the children around encountered it, but he didn't have the heart for it.]

[He could use a hug... or a specimen to play with. Either one.]

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Of course. I am not holding you here.

And you won't make me leave?

You are free to choose if you wish to leave or not.

...Alright. [scoots a bit closer to him after a moment]

...

[He doesn't comment, outside of raising a curious eyebrow.]

...Remember what you were helping me with before?

Of course.

Would it change things at all if there were a younger version of my replica here? Or a younger version of myself?

...I don't see how. Besides, there are many younger versions of 'Luke' and 'Asch' running about this place.

But only mine affects if I'm dying or not, right?

Correct.

I know that he was here, when I was a child. He's the only child Luke who didn't know Guy at all.

...I see. Do you believe he has returned?

I don't know if he ever left. It hasn't been that long for them.

I'm still here, too. Even though I shouldn't be.

Hmn... we should find him... if he's been here all this time, it could be potentially damaging for you.

It's possible he isn't here anymore. If he is, he's only a child. I just thought you should know, so you could decide if it was an issue or not.

It's something I will need to look into as soon as humanly possible.

[And as soon as inhumanly possible. Like right now, preferably.]

...He likes chasing butterflies. And playing games.

I can help you look.

Very well.

[He's suddenly gone from sitting to standing up; yes, he is that worried.]

He can't talk right, either, from what I remember. Even though he had to have been at least two or so when I last remember him... [Asch stands up himself, a bit worried now with how quick Luke is to stand up. He didn't really think it was that big of a deal, himself, but now he wasn't so sure.]

Does he at least attempt to form words, or does it sound more like baby gibberish?

[he lets Asch lead; he knows where to look.]

He does try to talk. He just doesn't really use the language right... He's always mixing the words up, or making other mistakes.

[It's been a while since he's really been out much, let alone seen the younger Luke, but he starts leading Luke to the field he seemed to find his replica in most of the time.]

He has probably never learned...

[Luke paused as he was brought out to the field, eyes searching...]

He should have, by this point. He's old enough... The maids must not have tried to teach him yet.

...He plays out here a lot. He used to try to get me to play with him.

The human mind can only process so much on its own. Eventually, one must learn from others...

[He continues scanning the fields; no Luke that he can see...]