The broadcast shifted to show Satori surrounded by his five companions, all of them talking over each other while Emi continued healing Natalia in the background. Kimiko's hand found Luka's and squeezed hard enough that his knuckles popped.
"Look at him, Luka. Look at our boy."
Because that's what Satori had become, somewhere between the first awful family dinner and the moment he'd stepped between death and everyone Luka loved. Not Kimiko's biological son or even her late husband's legacy, but theirs. The kid who'd been invisible for seventeen years and now stood at the center of a storm he'd somehow created through pure force of will.
"He fought smart today. Absorbed Julian's attacks and turned them into strength." Luka's voice held genuine approval. "That's advanced combat theory, not something you learn in six months of Academy training."
