Luke requested to see David in the dungeon.
David's arms and legs were chopped off which was brutal, his face was pale and his hair was greasy. "What are you doing here?" he asked out of hostility.
Luke sat down on the disgustingly humid dungeon floor. "To look at your face," he said.
"And mock me?"
"Nah," Luke replied. "I am petty, not that petty seeing your condition."
"Then what do you want?" David asked.
It was quiet between them and Luke asked, "Why didn't you attempt to return to our world?"
"What made you think I didn't attempt to return?"
Luke chuckled slightly. "It's obvious you didn't try," he said. "You managed to become king with a god as your backer. Maybe you wanted to at first but something changed your mind... I want to know what's up."
"Why do you want to know?"
Luke shrugged. "I'm curious," he said.
It was quiet between them again. "Do you know why I wanted to build that time machine?" he asked.
