Given his talk with Cloud, he hadn't had the opportunity to get up and check for the "present" Landel might have left him in the drawer. When Landel went through the description of what was said, Luke found himself immediately disappointed; if those special places meant their homes, it meant that even if he found one within his drawer, it might be useless. They spent their time in Baticul the night before and then woke up. They wouldn't be able to see where they had gone.
But then, he realized that there was a chance that someone else could use it, someone who had been to a far more useful place. Luke only hoped that would work out in his favor.
Not wanting to waste a minute that night, Luke clambered off his bed and moved toward his desk to look for the object that Landel described. He was surprised when he had it, but not as much as he could be; given his role among his friends, it almost made sense that he would have the ring. They always left him in charge of inventory. He slipped the ring over his finger, and proceeded toward the closet, tugging out his sword the same way as before. He realized he still really needed a way to make this easier to use, but again, he decided to wait. A note on the bulletin board tomorrow would rectify this problem; surely, there was someone in the institute willing to work or trade with him so this would be easier to use. He had to be optimistic about how things were here, even if people consistently proved that they weren't willing to change things.
But that was where he had to show them and try to talk to them. That was what he had done on Auldrant, wasn't it? He wasn't some ambassador, but it wasn't like him to just give up.
His fingers slid tightly around the hilt, and he knew he could handle it. It wouldn't be easy if he ended up running into some monsters tonight, but he decided to deal with it. Arriving in Baticul had removed any worries he had the night before, but now things were different. He wouldn't be running into his friends tonight, he figured, but he knew he had to get somewhere and do something. There was bound to be someone out there that would be interested in the information he had, and he had to be prepared.
Filled with determination, he grabbed his flashlight, gave a single nod toward his roommate, and started out. The night was waiting, and he knew this place well enough to be ready for it.
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M19
Given his talk with Cloud, he hadn't had the opportunity to get up and check for the "present" Landel might have left him in the drawer. When Landel went through the description of what was said, Luke found himself immediately disappointed; if those special places meant their homes, it meant that even if he found one within his drawer, it might be useless. They spent their time in Baticul the night before and then woke up. They wouldn't be able to see where they had gone.
But then, he realized that there was a chance that someone else could use it, someone who had been to a far more useful place. Luke only hoped that would work out in his favor.
Not wanting to waste a minute that night, Luke clambered off his bed and moved toward his desk to look for the object that Landel described. He was surprised when he had it, but not as much as he could be; given his role among his friends, it almost made sense that he would have the ring. They always left him in charge of inventory. He slipped the ring over his finger, and proceeded toward the closet, tugging out his sword the same way as before. He realized he still really needed a way to make this easier to use, but again, he decided to wait. A note on the bulletin board tomorrow would rectify this problem; surely, there was someone in the institute willing to work or trade with him so this would be easier to use. He had to be optimistic about how things were here, even if people consistently proved that they weren't willing to change things.
But that was where he had to show them and try to talk to them. That was what he had done on Auldrant, wasn't it? He wasn't some ambassador, but it wasn't like him to just give up.
His fingers slid tightly around the hilt, and he knew he could handle it. It wouldn't be easy if he ended up running into some monsters tonight, but he decided to deal with it. Arriving in Baticul had removed any worries he had the night before, but now things were different. He wouldn't be running into his friends tonight, he figured, but he knew he had to get somewhere and do something. There was bound to be someone out there that would be interested in the information he had, and he had to be prepared.
Filled with determination, he grabbed his flashlight, gave a single nod toward his roommate, and started out. The night was waiting, and he knew this place well enough to be ready for it.
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