[what tightens his shoulders now isn't physical pain, but rather a slowly growing anger; just thinking of what to say pisses him off, and not just because he's being forced into it.

He huffs out a noise, fingers curling into a fist where they still press against the wall, helping to keep him standing]

My world has something called the Score. It's a prophecy written two thousand years ago, and it foretells my world's future. Everything is guided by it because in the end, it's supposed to bring prosperity. It's absolute; everything in it is meant to happen, and those in power make sure that it does.

Regardless of what it is.

[he pauses for a moment]

Because of what has happened and what was meant to, I was kidnapped when I was ten years old. And Luke was created to take my place.