[ Looking at the boy, Luther's expression is long and slow and assessing. He has the ultimate ace up his sleeve, but doesn't know how to play it: I know you're a cannibal?
But the solution occurs to him a second later, his face lighting up, and he goes fishing around in one of the deep pockets of his jacket. He pulls out Books for Living, which has a little slip of paper for a bookmark with Kaneki's handwriting: Thank you. I hope you had a Merry Christmas. He'd been reading it recently and had been carrying it around with him, so it had apparently come with him to this universe too.
He holds it out to Kaneki. ]
You gave this to me for Christmas. Or... another version of you, I guess? I have some experience with time travel, so maybe this is similar. Maybe you haven't met me yet.
[ He bites down on his lip; thoughtful, a little befuddled. This is not Luther's strong suit. ]
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[ Looking at the boy, Luther's expression is long and slow and assessing. He has the ultimate ace up his sleeve, but doesn't know how to play it: I know you're a cannibal?
But the solution occurs to him a second later, his face lighting up, and he goes fishing around in one of the deep pockets of his jacket. He pulls out Books for Living, which has a little slip of paper for a bookmark with Kaneki's handwriting: Thank you. I hope you had a Merry Christmas. He'd been reading it recently and had been carrying it around with him, so it had apparently come with him to this universe too.
He holds it out to Kaneki. ]
You gave this to me for Christmas. Or... another version of you, I guess? I have some experience with time travel, so maybe this is similar. Maybe you haven't met me yet.
[ He bites down on his lip; thoughtful, a little befuddled. This is not Luther's strong suit. ]