The sun was warm and vibrant, unlike Lukas. For a reason he couldn't explain, he felt apologetic towards Skyla. As if her problems were his fault. She was right about him, to some extent. He didn't prevent her from losing her arm. He didn't stop Mistfell from being destroyed. But he tried, didn't he? Is that not enough?
What about the fact that she hated his existence? Was he not supposed to be alive? What could he do about that? It's not like he felt the same way.
He sat in the courtyard of Bellrock Outpost, staring into the sky. His mind was turbulent and constantly repeated Skyla's outburst. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, one only possible in hindsight. The thought itself caused him to facepalm.
'I should've gone back in time before she started ranting to me.'
