Luke sighed deeply and stood up, walking over to where his rifle was rested. "It's not yer fault, Jenso. It aint Lark's fault either. Poor guy sounded a lot like me, but uh... Stronger," Luke admitted, humiliated, "I don't actually hate the guy. I was just speakin' outta spite. It was all my fault, either way." Luke picked up his lightning Rifle and strapped it over his shoulder. He stretched his body for a few seconds and grunted, shaking himself into a better state. 

	"Nevermind all of that, we've gone one last mission. And this time, I'm coming with you- A father-son expedition, eh?" He peered around Jenso and caught the tip of Bruce's sheath in the doorway. "Bruce has to come too, of course. If anything, he's proved that he can hold his own better than any one of us Divers. You guys are like angels, y'know? Fuckin' swoopin' down with all kinds of mystical powers and stuff, hah.." Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out the small artifact guide, written by Bobba.