[center] [h3][color=a0410d] [b]Luke Godfrey
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A huff escaped Luke as he sunk deeper into his thoughts, a sour taste beginning to form in his mouth as he recalled his mother and the rest of his demons. Why the hell did it all have to happen to him? Did he somehow deserve all of the misfortunes that tore into his life and family? Maybe it was a series of cruel obstacles god cursed him with just for his twisted amusement. Who knows, maybe he was just destined for tragedy. He just wished he wasn’t going insane from it all. Before he could sink lower into his depressing thoughts he was pulled back into reality by a certain Darcsen Corporal pulling up a chair across from him. He huffed as he knew he was about to get chewed out because of his outburst on Diana. As he sat down Luke made sure to avoid eye contact as he kept his attention directed towards the table. He at least listened to the man’s words. He scoffed in bitter amusement as he called him a asshole and shrugged, not attempting to deny the fact. He knew the way he acted gets on peoples nerves a lot, but that was their problem, not his. 

Once Jean continued his lecture Luke arched a brow in slight surprise at his tone, expecting it to be a bit more pissed off like last time, but it was oddly calm. Though what surprised him a bit more was when he didn’t completely place the blame on him and actually pointed out Diana provoking him in the first place. That was rare, usually people always blame him. He went on about what Luke already knew didn’t justify his outburst. How she didn’t know about his mother, how he wasn’t the only one with issues and his comment about putting a bullet through his head. Luke swirled his coffee around as Jean told him to keep himself in check. A light chuckle escaped him as Jean said he might get just what he asked for. He smirked in amusement before glancing up towards him with a tired gaze, holding up his hand and crossing his fingers. [color=a0410d]“One could only hope,”[/color] he chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee. Luke glanced up from his cup as he let his poor attempt at a joke linger, though there was a bit of honest hope in his voice. A bullet would definitely help solve is issues with the quick pull of a trigger. After he gave it a second he rolled his eyes. [color=a0410d]“I got it, I got it,”[/color] he muttered before lowering his drink and holding his gaze with Jeans. [color=a0410d]“Won’t happen again boss,”[/color] he stated with a simple nod, though a part of him figured it may not be true seeing as how he always seems to stir something up. 

Honestly Luke knew he went a bit overboard, but the lecture did irritate him a bit. Mostly because of the fact that he was bit out of line and could have avoided telling them of his mother being dead. He really wanted to dropkick himself for letting that slip. A heavy sigh escaped him as his tired mind was filled with frustrated anger towards himself, though as he ruffled his hair he heard Diana speak, but the tone in her voice took him off guard. He glanced her way before feeling his body freeze in shock to see her… crying? Luke’s eyes widened slightly as she cried softly, her words shakey as if she was attempting to keep herself together. A great ball of guilt formed in his stomach and filled his chest as she continued to cry. He wanted to say something, to try and stop the water works. Deep down he wanted to apologize, but he couldn’t trust himself. He would probably make things worse. He always did. 

Soon Isaac came over and began to throw in his two cents about the issue, slightly annoying Luke as he had someone else telling him the obvious, but he ignored him and watched as Diana laid her head onto the table, still crying. At this point he had to look away in guilt and stared down at his cup of coffee, a heavy frown resting on his face as he couldn’t keep looking at what he did. As Isaac began to rant on about moral and threw out the idea of a card game being able to lift their spirits or something. Luke gritted his teeth slightly as his annoyance began to grow even more before his NCO decided to shout out a invitation for a game of cards. With a loud scoff he laid his cup onto the table, rose from his seat and snatched his rifle from the side of the table. [color=a0410d]“What we really need is to get back to work and destroy those fucking tunnels. Not screw around here and play games,” [/color]he spat towards Isaac as he passed him with a frown, his frustrated anger slipping once more, and marched for the front door, the Inn completely losing any comfort it may have had before everyone showed up. 

Once again Luke found himself outside of the Inn and was met with the same dark sky that floated over this god forsaken city. With a frustrated sigh he returned to his original spot from last night and sat down, leaning his rifle against the building and staring up towards the sky with a frown. After a few seconds he dug into his pockets and dug out his last cigarette and match box. He popped it into his mouth and began to attempt to light a match, but it refused to spark to life. As he continued to struggle with the match his mind began to drift back to Diana and her crying. Guilt began to sink into his mind again and began to strike the match with a bit more anger. After yet another failed attempt he let out an angry grunt and tossed the useless match to the ground. [color=a0410d]“Fuck!”[/color] he growled before lowering his head and rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance. He couldn’t get it out of his head, making someone else cry for something as stupid as that! Luke shook his head in disappointment, thinking just what his sisters would think of him, their so called [i]‘kind older brother’[/i]. 

With one final sigh Luke pulled out another match and attempted again to make a flame. Luckily it finally lit and he felt a small bit of relief as he lit his cigarette. With a long drag Luke kept the fumes within his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling it from his nose, his frown growing heavier by the second. He looked out towards the city and listened to the sounds of distant battle, silently praying time would fly by and allow him to leave this place that has only brought him more and more issues.

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