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Asch the Bloody ([personal profile] dissonates) wrote 2010-11-20 02:13 pm (UTC)

[Action]

[It's a lot to take in. Hard to hear it, even harder to accept; Guy had been right, it was all so ugly, so hateful. This was Guy, the Guy he'd loved and treasured and hugged and played with as a child. His precious servant, his childhood friend. He'd known for a long time that it had all been a lie, but it's quite different, hearing it to that extent, knowing just how deep that lie ran through Guy's heart.

The last part- that's the worst of it. And while he'd remained quiet and relatively calm throughout it all, even he can't help but flinch a little at that, finally looking away from Guy to face the window instead. It's still snowing outside, harder than before, and the warmth of the inside air is forming fog on the glass.

It isn't how Guy feels about him anymore. He knows that, he knows. And that sort of hatred is something he understands very well. How many times had he felt such thoughts about his replica- about Luke? How often had he dreamt about killing Luke, or watching him die, or knowing that he'd died in Akzeriuth like he'd been born to do, drowning in the filthy mud and miasma of the Qliphoth. It had been such a comfort to know that everyone who had made him suffer would pay for what they'd done. Even Guy, even Natalia. They were all going to die when Van purged the Score from the world. And then he could die too. At last.

He doesn't know what to say. For a long while, long after Guy's finished, he can't think of a single thing. He could talk about how he understands, coddle him and say how he's forgiven for it, he could explain how it wasn't his fault, he could even prove Guy right by accusing him, getting angry, expressing pain or shock or betrayal. So many options, and he'd probably be justified in some way or other.

Guy had said he couldn't do it wrong, after all.

...it all feels empty, though. Every single one. So Asch sighs quietly to himself, watching his breath on the window, and finally speaks up.]


Thank you.

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