”I think I’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.”

You always saw Luke as a big brother, he saw you as a little sibling. You two were practically inseparable, going on quests, always partnering up in projects, etc.

After a few years, Luke turned to Kronos. He tried to recruit you, but you didn’t join him, obviously.

Now it was the battle of Manhattan. He was on the other side of the war than you. As you were fighting, you ended up getting stabbed in the side so you leaned on a wall for a minute to stable yourself. It wasn’t deadly, but it definitely wasn’t good. You looked up for a moment, and across the battlefield, you made eye contact with him. Luke. He paused.