[Luke was just about to grab some charred clothing to help bat out the flames when the words hit him, and he freezes on the spot. He grips the shirt in his hands and stares down at it, pursing his lips before he speaks up quietly.]
... Is that what you were doing?
[Not arguing with Asch because, well... he kind of agrees with that.]
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... Is that what you were doing?
[Not arguing with Asch because, well... he kind of agrees with that.]