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"Yeah." He averted his attention on realizing that Yuri's was on him. It wasn't really something he wanted to talk about, except that it kind of was something he wanted to talk about. Whether it was desire to hear reassurance or a simple need to confide in someone, it just seemed like it would make the problem less tangible if he extracted the words from his head and turned them into air. He drew a breath.

"I wound up going to the hospital thinking I was just being paranoid and they said there was some defect in my heart causing an arrhythmia and the reason I'd felt terrible was because I'd had a heart attack but they weren't going to do anything about it because I don't have any of my medical records and I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to get medical records if my parents don't want me knowing who I am but they were saying things about a risk of another more severe heart attack and how they don't think I could withstand it in this condition but how all they could do without knowing my history was recommend some vitamins and I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do."

He exhaled and shuddered involuntarily. That definitely didn't make it any less tangible. Not even a little.

The sudden beep of the microwave broke Luke's rigidity and enabled him to free himself of the web of negative thoughts he'd begun weaving as soon as he opened his mouth. He accepted the bowl without much hesitation.

"It's not that easy. Things with my family are... really complicated." He pushed experimentally at the curry, allowing the steam to escape. "I mentioned my brother before - my twin brother. Luke is his name, not mine. There were a lot of circumstances around it, but basically my parents wound up replacing him with me and raising me to believe I was him." That was gleaning over a lot of details, but it was kind of a long story to tell unsolicited. "They didn't want me to know they were lying, of course, so if I went back saying I need medical records that shouldn't even exist according to them..." He wasn't really sure how they would respond.

"My condolences," he said offhandedly. Encounters with Asch never seemed very pleasant.

He was silent for a time as he considered the question, his brow furrowed. "I don't know... They'll be angry, since I kind of left without saying anything, but beyond that I'm just... not sure. They were lying for seven straight years. They might just keep it up. A heart defect isn't much of a problem if you don't go running around fighting criminals or something." That was one of the biggest factors keeping him from returning to his family, the concern that they would lock the door behind him and hole him back up in that house. He wasn't sure he could tolerate going back to that kind of lifestyle.

He breathed a light sigh. "I know. I just... don't know, I guess." It was really frustrating and probably wasn't doing a whole lot for that stress factor that he was supposed to try and avoid. "I don't want to have to argue with parents over what's true or not or listen to my dad yell about things that were his fault, but I don't want to die from something I could have prevented either." He tightened his hands reflexively; 'death' wasn't a word that anyone had used while speaking of his condition nor one that he had thought about at all himself, but that was the implication, wasn't it? To say that his body wouldn't be able to withstand a second heart attack, that was to say that he would die - and that was incredibly frightening.

"Well... yeah." Admitting to that fear nudged the floodgates partially open, and he set down the bowl and folded his hands tightly to steady them, drawing in a long breath and exhaling it slowly. "I guess I sort of thought that I wouldn't ever have to face up to this... Kodo feels so much like home that I never seriously thought about going back to Grande Ile." A frown. "I basically accepted that there's a ton I don't know about myself and that I'd never really figure that stuff out, and I was okay with that. It was easier like that anyway, to just say that my parents are jerks and I am who I am no matter who I was before."

He raised his palm to his forehead, "What if they don't even have the records anymore? What if they destroyed them or something?" Those records were proof that he wasn't Luke, after all. If they've fallen into the wrong hands at any time, their facade would have crumbled; it wasn't such a far-fetched worry.

Innately, Luke felt guilty to have imposed not only with his presence but now with his problems as well. He understood that his situation had virtually nothing to do with Yuri in any capacity, but it was somewhat of a relief to externalize all the thoughts that had been stewing in the back of his mind.

He really hated the idea of running away. He thought he had already finished running some time ago and had long since started the difficult process of confronting, but indeed, here he was again, avoiding unpleasant things because it was easier than facing them. But Yuri was right: Not facing it would only come to harm him in the end. Avoiding his parents and sacrificing his records would in all likelihood lead to his death.

At length, he breathed a sigh. "I... guess," he admitted uneasily. It seemed like the kind of thing that was easier said than done, though. It was difficult, almost impossible, not to fear the possibility knowing that the possibility existed.

He lowered his hand back to the other, absently twisting the fabric of his shirt as he considered the conflict between his wishes. It was brazen enough of him to stand there talking like an idiot about things that didn't concern anyone but himself; he didn't really feel that he had any right to ask someone to come with him to a foreign country and... what? Just stand there for moral support while he argued with his parents? He shook his head slightly, "I'll go alone." Not with a friend, not even with Mieu. It would be a difficult visit. "It'll be fine... probably." Hopefully. Hope was something that was kind of important to maintain, he was beginning to understand. Hope and optimism, to the best of his abilities.