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[dissonates]

Guy, I know you don't think it's a good idea to go into the tunnels, but I want to help. They need healers and soldiers, and we both meet the requirements. I think it would be safer for Florian to be with the others, anyway.

Luke, Tear, your thoughts? I'm heading out either way.


[And true to his word, Asch is packing up some stuff for a roadtrip to tunnel-land. Who's coming?]

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[Asch obviously notices, reaching out with his free hand to curl it around Guy's fingers.] We're not going to die.

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[Guy shifts his weight.] This is genocide.

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[Asch can't disagree.] I've seen a lot of death in my life, but I've always had some level of control over it. This is different.

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[Guy scuffs his boot against the doorjamb, silent.]

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[No one's around to hassle him. Asch gets up close, pressing his lips to Guy's neck.] I'm sorry.

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Hm? For...what, this? [Guy shakes his head slightly, reaching up to touch Asch's hair.] It's fine.

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Mm. [Asch sighs, resting there and closing his eyes.] I know you didn't want to go, but...

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Really, it's fine. Not like I have any bright ideas of my own.

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Staying in the house seemed to be working. I just worry it isn't enough.

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Maybe it's not. [Guy isn't about to say "fuck everything else, all I care about is all of you staying safe," but decides against it.]

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[He probably wouldn't get a good reception to that, though maybe later.] I wish we could stay, though. I do.

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You do?

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...Yeah. This is home, now.

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But you want to go to the tunnels anyway.

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[dissonates]

We're coming back.

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I know that. [Guy folds his arms and leans against the doorjamb, looking out towards the road.]

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I'm not going to tell you to stop worrying, because I know you won't. But trust us. We're stronger than this.

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Didn't I just say that I know we're coming back? Sacrifice or not, I'm not just going to lay down and die. And I won't be leaving without everyone, so obviously we're going to be fine.

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[dissonates]

...Obviously. Right. [Sigh. Sooner or later the conversation turns sour. He's so tired of conflict; can't they just live in peace?]

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[Falling back silent, because Guy is not seeing the conflict in this. Asch is so sensitive, geez.]

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[Back to just being close. Asch doesn't want to fight anyway, and he still doesn't want to leave.]

I miss Auldrant, when it gets hard like this.

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...me too.

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[dissonates]

At least we knew who our enemies were there. Maybe find ourselves a safe home.

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There's the politics to worry about, though.

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[dissonates]

Worrying about it is one thing. At least there, we can negotiate with those who disagree with us. We can work against the problems. Here, we're lucky if we can even talk to them.