[Guy's hands snap out and grab Asch's shirt, shoving him back against the liquor cabinets so hard the bottles inside rattle. He uses his height to his advantage and snarls, leaning over him.]

Shut up. I'm sick of listening to you; pretending to be high and mighty because Van needs you, because you're crucial to what we're trying to do. Whining and crying about how you were replaced so easily, how even your own mother didn't know-

Get over it. Don't you understand? He saved you. And if you don't stop spouting these ridiculous lies about what you think he's going to do, I'll silence you myself.