[Those wings have officially made you his favorite otherself, Luke. He's going to reach out and try touching them as long as they're still out.]

Don't tell the Asch here that. He gets all pissy if you mention stuff like that to him.

[Or talk to him, really. He's generally angry.]

I dunno how it's possible, but if you're here, that makes three of...uh, us. Three Lukes.