"what your world must be, if we're like each other. If I have your strength in me?'

Luke never thought there was a world he'd find peace. His life was too...much, for peace. He always was his own enemy.

But, when he woke up. Staring at the ceiling he didn't seem to recognize, in a bed that was far more comfortable then his bunk in camp,

Sitting up, looking around how eyes narrowed at her stared down at a young child that clung to his side.

.. glancing at a mirror.. he was him, but..older?

What on the gods is going on.

Carefully getting out of bed to travel around the house he failed to recognize, he heard gentle pats against the ground behind him.

Grabbing a kitchen knife and gripping it as he aimed it in the direction of the noise.

The wide eyes of the child stared up at him..not of fear or confusion..just sadness

'daddy, it's okay.. the monsters aren't here anymore.'

His eyes widened as he pulled away his knife and just stared at the kid, who carefully took the knife and set it away

"..right.. uh..sorry, m'sorry."