Luke kindly asked Han to remove his collar, but Han refused by saying, "I don't think it is a good idea... What if the guards come here again?"
"Then let them," Luke replied nonchalantly and tossed the knife to Han. "I trust you won't 'mistakenly' cut me with this, right?" he asked.
Han squinted his eyes at him and Luke knelt and raised his head for him to see what he was doing.
Once the gemstone popped off the collar fell to the ground and Luke felt a rush of magic in his veins.
His wounds began to automatically heal and he felt lighter.
His eyes were red and his aura covered him. He picks up the gemstone and feels his magic being drained almost immediately.
"Quite useful," he muttered and tore off a piece of clothing from his shirt and then snapped his fingers, cleaning himself up and changing his clothes to something more comfortable than a torn-up rag covered in dried-up sweat and blood.
