Luke sighed nodding a little. Daisy's soft words offered comfort and confirmed what he knew in his heart. Nonetheless, he felt that he should have been stronger, should have dealt with things better. He was thinking more clearly now, but the pain was still present. The feelings of loss still heavy on his heart. He had realized through conversation with Sara that, in reality, he wasn't just mourning the loss of Jesse. He was mourning for his parents, his friends he had lost in the war, the carefree childhood he should have experienced, mourning the innocence he had lost in the bloody war,and most of all, he mourned for the loss of himself. He really didn't know who he was...what his purpose was anymore. Without his uncle guiding him, he felt like a ship out in a boat without oars tossing about on a raging sea...he desperately needed to find an anchor.