Luke smiled and fell backwards, laying down on the smooth, white, battleground behind him. "I used to be a lot like you when I was your age. Eager, ready to to anything for the right cause, never able to make sacrifices... Haha, I was almost the exact same person," Luke admitted. "I would put myself in danger more than I'd like to admit. Every day, when the tunnels first started out. Most for Bobba..." Luke sighed and his expression went grim. He reached down and lifted his green tank-top up to reveal his midsection. To the right of his abdominal muscles, there was a giant scar that stretched alongside his entire oblique. "Remember how I said Bobba died? Cuz he got sick?"