[Asch doesn't respond for a while, gaze lowered. After a moment he shifts away, grabbing the cloth and kneeling down to wipe up the tea he'd spilled, giving himself a moment to try and clear his head. He's not shaking anymore. Good... good. He's annoyed at himself for showing that to the replica, more than anything else. He can't be weak. He won't be, not ever.
With the tea cleaned, he remains on his knees at first, one hand lifting to grip the counter and pull himself up- though he doesn't, not yet.
Why would Guy...
Stop, stop. Just stop. He doesn't want to think about it anymore.]
Just don't- ... don't tell him. He doesn't need to know I said anything.
[He needs to get out of here. He can't stand this much longer.]
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With the tea cleaned, he remains on his knees at first, one hand lifting to grip the counter and pull himself up- though he doesn't, not yet.
Why would Guy...
Stop, stop. Just stop. He doesn't want to think about it anymore.]
Just don't- ... don't tell him. He doesn't need to know I said anything.
[He needs to get out of here. He can't stand this much longer.]