He knows this voice; how many times has he heard it before? It catches his attention immediately ( there’s no denying that ), but his back remains to its owner for several more seconds. Perhaps, he’s trying to reconcile some lingering feelings. Then again, perhaps he’s just bracing himself for the obnoxious torrent of questions that’s bound to arise. Why? He’s sure that’s going to be a big one. He expects it. He has an answer.
He turns, and he’s almost surprised to find the replica alone. Is this intentional? It’s dangerous. Out of the two of them, Luke is definitely the more emotionally-compromised in this situation—not to mention Guy has had many more years of experience with battle, and he’s faster. But he wonders if Luke will fight him at all. Part of him hopes so, but part of him also hopes he doesn’t. Maybe he’ll be satisfied either way.
“You came alone?” His tone is still fond; still familiar. He’s not trying to play on his old friend’s feelings, but that smile that says ‘that’s just like you’ probably doesn’t help. Hands settle upon his hips, clearly in no rush to engage any sort of battle; this is a talk they’ll have to have.
“Did you come looking for answers? Or are you just here to convince me to come back? Well, either way, go ahead. Say what you have to say. I’ll listen, of course. It is you, after all.”