[Guy takes a brief moment to reorganize his thoughts and regain his composure before he gently removes Asch's hand from his vest. He takes a deep breath.]

Asch, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop thinking of you as Fabre's son. [With Luke, it was easier. With Luke, there was the transition; he raised Luke from infancy to present date, and Luke had clung to him like a baby would. Sometimes he still did. Guy viewed Luke almost more as his than Fabre's.] So the only other option is for me to...get over this.

...I don't know if that'll ever happen either. I can't make you any promises.