"I don't think it's been an easy year for any of you," Rikku said, giving him a sympathetic smile. "And your hand, that's so ... that's why it has the weird machinery thing? ... Wait, your dad did that?! He cut it off!?"

She stared for a long time and then leaned in to squeeze Luke again. "I don't blame you," she said softly. "I mean, it's not just the hand, it's ... everything. Yeah? That's a lot to ask."