[He can see that Elizabeth's struggling to get to her knees and crawl for the bat, but his main concern is Lara now. He pulls the axe back and his face is contorted in something that can only be described as rage. Demigods are bred for survival. Demigods are on their own from an early age, Luke has fought monsters with a golf club and lived, he's meant for something greater.
Innocent? Yeah. He used to think that, but he remembers the words of an old man who'd been innocent and punished for it, too. 'Luke, I also saw a sacrifice in your future. A choice. But also a betrayal. Your path is hard to see. But if you survive today, you will betray—'
Is this what the old man meant? He thinks about who's in the room with him, thinks about who's outside and he takes a split second too long to think because she punches him in the chest and he wheezes, knocking back and falling on his ass.]
Innocent? [A gesture to the window.] You think the people that voted for you and me are innocent, Lara? Only one of us gets to leave, how innocent does that make anybody? [His pitch is higher even as he works to stand, stumbling forward to kick the baseball bat further out of the way and turns back to her.] Two of us have to die anyway don't we? [And he darts forward with surprising speed for somebody who was just knocked over, swinging the axe one more time. Sorry Lara. Gods, he's so sorry, even with everything he's saying he's sorry and he manages to look at her with a broken expression that isn't something for show. He didn't want it to be this way, but...one of them should die innocent, at least. The first swing is less calculated, the second a little clumsy, and the third he can't even watch.]
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Innocent? Yeah. He used to think that, but he remembers the words of an old man who'd been innocent and punished for it, too. 'Luke, I also saw a sacrifice in your future. A choice. But also a betrayal. Your path is hard to see. But if you survive today, you will betray—'
Is this what the old man meant? He thinks about who's in the room with him, thinks about who's outside and he takes a split second too long to think because she punches him in the chest and he wheezes, knocking back and falling on his ass.]
Innocent? [A gesture to the window.] You think the people that voted for you and me are innocent, Lara? Only one of us gets to leave, how innocent does that make anybody? [His pitch is higher even as he works to stand, stumbling forward to kick the baseball bat further out of the way and turns back to her.] Two of us have to die anyway don't we? [And he darts forward with surprising speed for somebody who was just knocked over, swinging the axe one more time. Sorry Lara. Gods, he's so sorry, even with everything he's saying he's sorry and he manages to look at her with a broken expression that isn't something for show. He didn't want it to be this way, but...one of them should die innocent, at least. The first swing is less calculated, the second a little clumsy, and the third he can't even watch.]