The World Turned on Me He stared at his friends, fear present in his eyes. He looked at them, they stared back, bewildered at what he had done. Luke's eyes fell from one friend, one comrade to the next. Their emotions were a mix of outrage, contempt and outright disgust. They didn't know what to think; he didn't know what to believe. He'd been sent there to save these people in Akzeriuth, not send them to their doom. Was he as blind as Jade and Tear implied? What had he done? The questions milled in his head, over and over, but they wouldn't be silenced. Luke's limbs were shaking as he rose to stand and observe the damage his blunder had caused. If the fear had been present in his eyes before hand, it was bordering on terror after staring at the destruction around him. The fires that were still burning in places where it hadn't sunk into the Qliphoth were slowly being extinguished as they fell into the deadly purple muck. If he hadn't been staring the devastation straight in the face, there was no chance in hell that Luke would have ever believed that something like this was possible. What have I done...? was the only question that was running through his mind as his comrades discussed what to do next. They really had no choice in the matter however about what to do with the Replica. He looked at them, remorse clear on his face as they decided what to do with him. They couldn't forgive him for what he'd done; he couldn't forgive himself. The people who's families had been lost in the disaster would never be able to give him penance. Luke would make it somehow, though; he had to. The world couldn't stay mad at him forever.