[Guy doesn't have a good rebuttal for that; his eyes dart from side-to-side as he attempts to find some thread of logic, something, anything to get Asch to go away but he can't.
There isn't anything.
He yanks again, his expression crumpling into something more trapped and maybe even a bit afraid.]
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There isn't anything.
He yanks again, his expression crumpling into something more trapped and maybe even a bit afraid.]
Let go- Please let me go-!