[Luke had already been sure that the memories were false. There was no doubt in his mind. Still, there was something satisfying about hearing it confirmed from someone else. Even still, everything else out of the postman's mouth left him with disbelief and anger. He briefly closes his eyes and lowers his head, holding back an outburst of frustration.]

You'd think by now we'd have made it clear that we'll never be happy here. All we've ever wanted is to go home. The person who imprisoned us here is sick and wrong, as is anyone who works to further that cause. [He glares straight into the postman's eyes when he says this.]

I'd rather face an unknown future than spend another day in this warped place.