Actually, it was my idea. Your older self thought it was strange that I felt it necessary to say something.

[Luke rests his arms on the table, giving the boy a look.]

I was playing around with illusions, and I made one of you, and he reacted poorly. I felt that it would be wise to speak to both of you, in order to resolve a conflict before it escalated beyond bad feelings.

And no, he doesn't refer to you as a deluded fool.