France, December 20th 1803
8:21 PM
As Lukas happily walked away from Herman's tent, Johan and Luther watched him with doubtful expressions.
"...He did something," Johan said.
Luther sighed. "Definitely... by the way, don't you feel a bit weird prying in Lukas's life like that?" he asked.
Johan looked at Luther before making a short break. "Hm... kinda?" he asked. "I don't know, I do feel bad, but I feel like it's necessary," the blue-eyed boy added.
Luther nodded. "That's undeniable," he replied. "So, should we go talk to Herman?" the big guy asked.
Johan gave it some thought before shaking his head. "No, let it be. We are going to see how he is during dinner. It's better like this," he replied.
Luther nodded his head. "I agree too. Let's wait," he said.
"... What's he going to do now?" Johan asked, still watching the blonde boy from afar.