[After a moment Luke slowly lifts a hand from his ear, and he chances a peek at the journal - only to quickly look away, as it's still pointed at that mess that used to be a human. But he does lower his hand to his side, and he clenches it into a fist. His stomach feels sick, and - and he's not sure what that person was thinking.]
A-Are you out there? [Damn his voice for trembling a little.]
no subject
A-Are you out there? [Damn his voice for trembling a little.]