"Don't think that," he murmured softly. His other hand came up, hesitating a moment, before he thread his fingers through her hair. "You... you couldn't have known."

It took a lot to admit that. He'd believed for so long that everyone abandoned him. That no one cared enough to find him. Seeing how Natalia reacted to him... what Luke said... he knew that wasn't true.

"And... don't blame Luke," he added softly. "Replicas don't have memories from their originals. He never even knew."