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[Luke is...in the middle of a big patch of long grass. Solid, Alive...but sleeping.]

[...Grumbles.]

...I very well can't leave you be, but I refuse to carry you anywhere.

[Opens his eyes and stares at her.]

I see you've finally woken up.

Can you tell me your name?

Luke...

'Luke'? You must be another replica then.

...I'm a replica.

...Was there any reason why you were here?

I was...dead.

You were dead?

Uh huh...

...Then perhaps you were the child Asch was speaking of.

Have you seen him?

There's a lot of Asches...

...Of course. That would make it difficult.

I suppose I'll have to watch you until he arrives himself.

Which Asch are you looking for?

I've yet to tell the difference between them, but it was an older one. Calmer as well.

Oh...I know a little one.

...I hope it isn't the bothersome one.

He's shy and quiet.

That sounds different than the on I've met.

My Asch is nice!

...I'm glad to hear that. The one I know isn't quite so, kind.

You should consider yourself fortunate.

I'm lucky cause I'm alive again!