[ It occurs to Luka about half a second before Sephiroth asks that he’d never mentioned his family, outside of Sensei, very much. There’s a part of him that knows that one day he’ll have to return home to Eorzea, he’ll have to get on his knees and beg the people who only tried to help, who tried to love and console him though they were all hurting, for forgiveness. The thought makes an uneasy knot form in his stomach, but he wills it away, focusing instead on working through Sephiroth’s rather impressive mane. ]

Yeah. Keepers like me– [ a brief pause to see if Sephiroth remembers the short lesson Luka gave him on Hydaelyn and Her people or if he needs elaboration ] –usually have pretty big families. Lots of girls, not a lot of boys, so I don’t have any brothers.