[The voice startles Ion, and sends his heart beating faster. Not because it frightens him...but because he recognizes the voice itself and not the words that comes with it. Seven? When had Luke ever called him Seven?
He looks at the redhead, confusion written all over his face. Even more perplexing...Luke hadn't known Ion was a replica until after he had cut his hair. So how--and what was he wearing?]
L-Luke...?
[He didn't mean to stammer, and by his tone of voice it's clear he doesn't think that this is Luke at all. He simply...doesn't know who else it could be, as he has no other known options to choose from.
Even so, he doesn't flinch away or protest at the hands that have come out to support him. If anything, they're comforting.]
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He looks at the redhead, confusion written all over his face. Even more perplexing...Luke hadn't known Ion was a replica until after he had cut his hair. So how--and what was he wearing?]
L-Luke...?
[He didn't mean to stammer, and by his tone of voice it's clear he doesn't think that this is Luke at all. He simply...doesn't know who else it could be, as he has no other known options to choose from.
Even so, he doesn't flinch away or protest at the hands that have come out to support him. If anything, they're comforting.]