Luke’s face hardened into a glare as he felt your sword touch him. He turned away from you, gripping his own sword tightly.

He could hear you apologising. You hadn’t wanted to hurt him. It didn’t tug at his heartstrings as much as it would’ve a few moments ago, before you had resisted his efforts to bring you over to his side, the right side. The gods didn’t truly care, but you couldn’t see that.

He turned in a second and slashed his sword at you, sending you to the ground.