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[Asch is in the wooded area in front of house 5, close to the crossroads but facing away, working through his techniques and practicing his fonic artes. He's been pretty irate since his conversation with Natalia, and after Jacob's sacrifice and his discussion with Guy, he's more focused than before, but he's still not in the best of moods.

His journal is open on a rock nearby in case something else happens or he's needed for something; feel free to a) see him, b) hear him shouting out random attacks, c) troll, or d) ignore entirely. |Db]

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[.......................SEETHE.]

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[brb flopping on the grass and chilling out over here.]

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[You might be there for a while, Guy. Someone has to huff his way through every arte he knows and destroy a tree in the process.]

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[Dozing off.]

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[Heading over- ....oh. Sleeping.

...Makes things easier. Trying to ninja his way past the tree now.]

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[Eyes still closed. DOZING =/= sleeping, son. 8| ]

Asch.

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[HALTS.]

...I didn't want to wake you up.

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Mm. Well, I'm up. [He still doesn't move; the invitation's there for you to take, Asch.]

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[Asch hesitates, then shuffles over and sits down, not too close, but not exactly far, either.]

...Sorry.

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For what? [Guy opens an eye and turns his head slightly to look at him.]

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For not giving you a chance. [Asch shifts a knee up to hold it against his chest.]

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It's fine. I wasn't exactly kind to you either.

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...I guess we need to work on that.

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Guess so. [Guy sits up, legs out and folding his hands in his lap.]

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...Do... you want to talk about it now?

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...I'm not sure what there is to talk about.

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What about Father? I... maybe it's better if you say it.

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[Guy opens his mouth immediately; a syllable escapes ("I-") before he falls silent and his mouth closes with a click. No...he needs to take some time with this answer.

Guy brings his knees up, similar to Asch's own pose, and loosely loops his arms around them, holding his wrist.]

...I still hate him.

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[Asch closes his eyes. It... it's kind of hard to hear it, but at the same time, he's not surprised.]

I figured as much.

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[Guy rests his forehead against his knee; he doesn't want to talk about this. He doesn't want to talk about this.]

I know killing him would...wouldn't just be pointless, it would be wrong...but I still...!

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[Asch is quiet for a moment, glancing over at him. He almost reaches out, then hesitates, hand lowering. Let's... try something else.]

He held me, before we all went to the tower. He and Mother did. [He pauses.] He'd never done that before.

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[Guy doesn't move. What's he trying to say...?]

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[Hear him out, jeez. :|]

...I couldn't hold him back. I couldn't forgive him. Saying he was sorry... just because he was afraid? How does that make things right?

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[Guy slowly lifts his head, laying his cheek on his knee and looking over at Asch. His expression looks painfully conflicted.]

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[Asch looks up as well, watching him uncertainly.]

I think I understand. Not... completely, I know. Not the same way. But I don't blame you for hating him.

Not when I do too, sometimes.