There he was. Luke fon Fabre, that singular replica...no. The singular man. He'd never known just how much his actions and struggles had changed Jade, and as far as Jade was concerned, he never would. There was more feeling in him now than he'd ever care to admit, seeing Luke alive and well. In Jade's timeline, it was believed he had died, making an ultimate sacrifice -- not just for replicas, but all of Auldrant. That didn't stop them from hoping against hope that he'd somehow survived, and now here he was.

A more emotional man might have at least taken Luke's hand in a handshake, but Jade simply smiled after a beat. "Luke. I'm glad you're here." And frankly, to those who knew him, that was more than he said of most people.