The silence lingered.
Luke stood in that black, boundless void—his body seemingly untouched, yet somehow still trembling. The voice had gone quiet again, as if waiting. Waiting for him.
He took a slow breath. Or at least, something like it. Even here, where air didn't seem to exist, the habit of calming himself remained.
And then he asked the question that had gnawed at his heart from the moment this all began.
"Why me?"
His thoughts didn't shake. They rang clear into the vast, invisible space.
"Why did You choose me? Why not someone better? Stronger? More... deserving?"
The silence returned, thick and suffocating. He didn't know what answer he expected, but somehow, the quiet hurt worse. It made the question feel heavier, more bitter.
Then, the voice came again.
"Do you still remember what happened in your previous life?"
Luke's brows furrowed.
He didn't hesitate.
"Yes. I remember."
