Luke exhaled and his smile shrank. "It's complicated. I never even knew you existed until a few years after you were born. Your mother," Luke paused and looked down at the reddened rocky floor, smirking uncontrollably. "Your mother never told me about you, and around that time, I stopped taking time away from the paradise to go see her. She refused to join our cause, and I couldn't abandon my people for her." Luke closed the small book and tucked it away into his pants. He brought both hands up to his face and rubbed vigorously as he pulled long untouched memories from his subconscious.

	"One day, she ended it all. She told me to stop coming, and she told me about you, a few years after you were born. Then, she disappeared." Luke's expression drooped and he hunched himself forwards. "It really was my fault. I'm not trying to make excuses or nothin'. If I'd just gone to see her more often, she wouldn't have.. Ah.." Luke wiped his eyes clean before shedding any tears and nodded. "It's all in the past. The point is, I never meant to abandon you. I would never think about using you either. Truth is, you're already a hero, without my guidance at all. You built yourself up all on your own. Your reputation speaks for itself. It has nothing to do with you being my son or anything. It's because you're a real hero, and I aint." Luke let out a single breathy laugh and looked at Jenso. "'Sides that, I couldn't get the amulets on my own, even if I wanted to. I need your help, either way."