[Feigning-Bravery] Maybe it was because he wore dark garments, balanced his fire on the tips of his gloved fingers, and looked terrified--Fuel was different. Klaus had convinced him of one thing: the Empire would save them and they needed Luke to do it. "L-Luke? I'm sorry... " The boy felt bad for unleashing his PSI at the teenager in the school hallway.
Luke had been just on his way to class, having been late by a few minutes-- made known by the hallways being mostly barren, save for a few scattered students here and there. He hardly even noticed Fuel until he was struck in the back by the brunet’s PSI and sent flying forward, his backpack exploding into various debris from the blast.
He landed flat on his face, taking only seconds to scramble back up onto his knees, looking over his shoulder to see what could have knocked him over so roughly.
“A...are you... Is that you, Fuel...??” he whimpered in fear and worry. He looked associated with the Emperor.