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"Mmm..." He couldn't exactly refute that in honesty. The only real separating factor from this and every other time he had considered it was Claire's presence and influence. He had spent years at Morrison's side, often trusting the man with his life, but his partner had never gone as far as to give him a name unique from Lucas.

"My plan," he elaborated, "is to bury myself in the subconscious and release the memories that I'm guarding. Not all of them, of course, and not all at once." That would do far more harm than good. "Smaller things at first, such as basic hand-to-hand combat and self-defense. Missions here and there. The odd instance where I emerged for his protection." Such as when he had been startled by Callista's Misdreavus, or when Claire had jumped at him. "My hope is that this will create, alongside ability, confidence. So that he feels no need to panic."

"What? No, it's... It's really rather strange to call it 'harm' when it's something I appreciate..." Holding whole conversations as his own self, being given a name... He would have scoffed at such things in the past, but they had value. Or at least Luke felt they did, and that was all that mattered to him.

He nodded, "I would appreciate it if you could help him. I'm not sure what sort of problems might arise, but... It's more of a peace of mind thing, I suppose." A moment of contemplative silence. "Also, I'd prefer if he never knows I existed. I don't want him to have that sort of burden."

"Unfortunately I'm not not really sure what you could do either... I'm sorry I keep blindly pushing you into matters that don't concern you in the first place." He had no one else to rely on for these things, though. Once he was gone, he wouldn't be able to monitor Lucas's emotions and responses anymore. The thought caused a sudden coldness to ripple through him, reflecting in his knit brow and slight grimace. He couldn't place it as fear, though a vague notion in the back of his mind realized it as such.

"Yes," he affirmed. "I don't believe he'll ever actually bring it up, but in case he does, I'd prefer if that's what he believes. He should be happy to have his memories returns. I'm... glad I can finally do something for him, something that will directly make him happy." A bitter smile spread in place of the apprehension. In all the years he had spent protecting Lucas, he never managed to actually bring him and of the joy he so desperately wanted him to feel. In this way, his disappearance could become truly meaningful.

It was odd for Luke as well, and there was something distinctly bittersweet about the fact that his emotional potential was only just beginning to emerge in what were essentially his final moments. The thought sent another brief shudder through him, reminding him of how poorly things could have turned off if he had discovered this aspect of himself sooner. The possibility that he would have come to the point where he consciously overpowered Lucas was an increasingly real threat, and he steeled himself in his decision.

When? "Tonight. I'll be gone by the time he wakes in the morning." His hands, resting in his lap, clenched into fists, and he trained a contemplative stare on them.

He quite appreciated the change in subject as well, and he eagerly thought back to the responsible mission. Anything to escape the threat of hesitation. "Mmm, it was a mistake." His hand mimicked Claire's as he traced the lower path of the scar. "Lucas was upset over something and hadn't been eating or sleeping properly, and my response time was lengthened as a result. I became dizzy at a crucial moment, and this is the proof of that." It had become something of a badge of honor since then, especially when he had acted as an elite. Something about a jagged scar and a blind eye just screamed 'hardcore' to the lower ranks.

"Some woman gave up on him, I think was the problem." Who was it? Kristen? Crystal? It didn't really matter, at any rate. "He has something of a tendency to idolize women. Does nothing but hurt him, more often than not." As Claire had at this point seen.

"No, I can't." As if to prove his point, he raised a hand to cover his right eye, a few rapid blinks indicating his obvious discomfort with blinding himself before removed the obstruction. "We were pursuing a mark, Morrison and I. He created a distraction so I could strike, but I messed up and got the mark's attention. You can probably guess what happened from there."

"That was Liselle." Hers was a name that was unforgettable, as much as Lucas pined for her. "Besides you and Morrsion, she's the only person I've ever directly spoken with." Not that Claire had asked anything like that, but hey, why not. "You might have met her. She was still with Galactic when we met. Worked in medicine or something."

He hummed thoughtfully. "It was strange at first, but once I adjusted to it, I was able to function the same as before. There was no loss of depth perception, despite the blindness, so I was able to grow accustomed quickly." He adjusted his glasses momentarily, as if to indicate them. "My depth perception has been taking a blow in the last several years, though, and so I wear these to keep in top form." Probably more of an explanation than Claire had wanted, but there it was.

"Timid, easy to frighten, and quick to give up," he evaluated, feeling no need to hold back on the criticism. "In short, she was weak. I believe Lucas has some sort of innate desire to protect others. I don't quite understand it myself, but..." He gave a small shrug. Sometimes Luke's other half's thoughts were simply beyond him.

"You would think that, but apparently sight and depth perception are separate functions within the eye. I'm not sure exactly how it works. I imagine the current decline in my depth perception has something to do with the damage in my eye, though I'm not sure it's specifically due to the blindness." Thanks to the lenses, it wasn't a huge problem, and that was the most important matter to Luke.