[ ludger is, sadly, rather accustomed to pulling himself together for the sake of other needs. so he'll indulge himself, pretend for a few minutes he isn't Agent Kresnik or Ludger Will Kresnik, contestant in this battle of the gods-
and then he focuses on anything but the raw, seething pitch strangling his throat and climbing up the back of his eyes. he'll put it aside, shut it away, as if it doesn't exist.
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and then he focuses on anything but the raw, seething pitch strangling his throat and climbing up the back of his eyes. he'll put it aside, shut it away, as if it doesn't exist.
as if. ]
... Okay. We should. Go.
[ he doesn't move. ]
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[his voice is low, quiet, but not unkind. similarly, he doesn't let go.]
We can't... [He swallows around his own emotions.] We can't do anything, yet.
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[ julius and fortune. ]
I-I want to see him.
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[whenever Ludger starts to move, Luke lets go, helping him to stand.]
Let's go see them.