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Luke didn't particularly care that it was as dark as it was, nor did he mind the winter chill the absence of the sun afforded. He was largely unaware of his surroundings at the moment, and an instinctive familiarity with the area had brought him to the now-deserted park. He sat sulkingly in one of those cast iron benches, facing on of those gently bubbling fountains, and in quiet, sweet tones, he sang. The words were foreign even to him, wrought in a language he had been excused from learning in lieu of his amnesia, and comprised a melody that he knew as a lullaby - a lullaby that his mother sang to him, her only son. There was a strangely fierce melancholy to his voice despite all his efforts to unwind from his overwhelming tension.

The sudden voice startled him, and within a moment he was standing, staring wide-eyed at the woman that had approached him without his knowing. He recognized her from earlier as the individual that had called him Asch, and his expression immediately soured. "I can't," he countered, ignoring the disparity of his words versus the appraisal of the woman who had heard for herself. "Leave me alone." He turned from her, moving as if to leave.

Against his better judgment, Luke stopped to hear what she had to say, though he did not turn to face her. His posture tensed, and his shoulders raised, "You don't know anything!" His sudden shout startled a flock of nesting Pidgey from the nearby tree line, and they fluttered hurriedly into the dark sky. When he spoke again, his tone returned to a normal speaking volume, but his words were venomous, "Don't just go apologizing if you don't you don't even know what you've done." It seemed Elle had become the unfortunate target of a blame that he had nowhere else to dispense.

There was, for a time, no reply, but eventually he turned partially, just enough to make marginal eye contact. He opened his mouth as if to speak but soon closed it again, averting his attention. The apology that his voice lacked was spoken in his features. A time longer passed in silence before he finally said something, "Well, thanks for that, I guess..." He tried to sound at least partially sincere, though the tone that pervaded was largely dejected.

Luke breathed a passing sigh. "Dunno," he answered frankly. "Probably not. I'm pretty sick of being mad." As his tension faded from him, he was left with immense weariness, and stared at the woman with a momentary hesitation before returning to the bench he previously left. He was too tired to be standoffish. In an expression of this, he propped his elbows against his knees and pressed his forehead against his palms. He knew he would be angry again come the following day, but for now he just wanted to... stop.