[Luke can't help but feel like he said the wrong thing. He frowns, a tiny bit petulant, and pulls his knees up to his chest.] ... It would be kind of neat if we were related, though.
[Anyway.]
Someone you have to find? [A pause.] Did you make a promise to come home, too?
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[Anyway.]
Someone you have to find? [A pause.] Did you make a promise to come home, too?