An even better reason to be like that. [ So people don't mess with you. He wishes. Still, there's no one who will hurt him here. Him or Luke. His hand just caresses the side of his face, no longer focused on the scar. ]

No one helps people like us. [ Maybe everything he knew about Luke is different but he still gets the feeling they're an us. ] That's why you have to fix things on your own, right? That's why you still wanted to fix the world. Do you think there's any fixing it now?