(such a good idea, omd. hope i did it well and didn't mess it upppp/gen)

His quarters on the Princess Andromeda felt like a prison. Shivering, shaking, Luke stared forwards, mumbling to himself, a constant stream of, I'm sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.

He'd tried to fight Kronos off, he really had. Luke'd had a sudden moment of clarity, a sudden, what am I doing? moment, and didn't want to be Kronos' puppet anymore. But Kronos didn't like that idea, apparently.

Because he tortured Luke psychologically. Showed him images of his friends being killed, himself being killed - and memories, memories he didn't want, of when his mother was...

He shook himself, his hands shaking. No. No. No.

There were footsteps outside, a soft knocking on the door. Luke tensed. The door creaked open. Ethan Nakamura peaked in, his good eye watching Luke closely in thinly veiled concern.

"Luke...?"