dissonates | [Locked to Guy]

[Guy scowls again.] Of course it matters to me. Why do you think I even brought it up in the first place?

[He turns away, sitting indian-style and leaning forward, elbows dropped onto his knees as he glares at the shingles beneath his ankles.] But things rarely stay. I want to be prepared.

[What the hell. Something is definitely wrong here.] If you thought this was doomed from the start, why did you even bother?

I didn't say that. I said that I want to be prepared for if this falls apart; you can't say that there's no chance in hell that we would ever break up. That's not a promise you can make.

Is this how relationships are supposed to work? Start it, develop it, and then talk about how to end it?

I'm not talking about how to end it. [Except...he kind of is. But that's not what he'd meant.]

Yes you are. [GUY, EXPLAIN.]

No, I'm not. I'm not talking about how to end it, I'm talking about how it could end. There's a difference.

This isn't what I came here to talk about!

All right, forget I said anything then.

Like hell. If this is something you're actually worried about happening, how the hell can I just forget it?

[Another sigh.] I'm not so much worried about it happening as I am considering it as a possibility. Just think of it as me thinking aloud and forget it, Asch.

So, what, you're okay with the idea?

[Guy falls silent for a moment before looking away.] I didn't say that either.

You make it hard to tell, considering how flippant you are about it. You don't believe in me at all, do you?

It's not a matter of believing in you.

Bullshit. You're not the one with options, remember?

Look- sometimes it's not always a choice. People die or drift away. Nothing's ever certain, least of all anything worth having. I'm allowed to have my own reservations. [Guy notices that he sounds somewhat defensive for someone unbothered by this.]

And I'm allowed to get pissed off that you're even having them!

Fine, then get pissed off. [/petulant]

I can't shut off my emotions like some people.

That isn't what I'm doing!

So it doesn't upset you to think that we might not be long-term!?

[Guy falls silent and looks away.]

[Asch crosses his arms and waits for the next round of bullshit. At the very least he wants an answer.]

[Guy's quiet for a while, but he does eventually speak.]

The Score wasn't absolute; it was one path of many. But even with infinite paths we can take, they still exist, somewhere in the memory particles of Auldrant. We still have predestined lots in life...even if we don't know what they are.

Your lot in life...was to die in Eldrant. Luke's was to sacrifice himself. Mine is to lose people, and to keep going on. And I've accepted it; if I end up losing you to something other than death, so be it. That's just how it is.

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