[Asch doesn't answer for a while, doesn't even look at him. Stupid replica. Why did he have to say all of that? It's not something Asch wants to hear. He doesn't want Luke to follow him, or bring him back, or take care of him, or even worry. He doesn't need sympathy or pity from Luke. He never has, he never will. If he wants to disappear, it's his right! So why did he...!
...
But... he's letting Asch go. No argument, no protest, not even a complaint. Just a request.
He can't promise. He won't. Promises are empty. Meaningless. He never keeps them. This...
...He'll think about it. His hands grip the counter, then he abruptly lifts his head, taking a step back to turn.]
...You're as sentimental as ever. How pathetic.
[And he moves to stride past Luke, ignoring the tea after all and heading back towards the hall. But as he passes, before he moves on... he rests his hand on Luke's shoulder, just for a moment. Just long enough.
no subject
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But... he's letting Asch go. No argument, no protest, not even a complaint. Just a request.
He can't promise. He won't. Promises are empty. Meaningless. He never keeps them. This...
...He'll think about it. His hands grip the counter, then he abruptly lifts his head, taking a step back to turn.]
...You're as sentimental as ever. How pathetic.
[And he moves to stride past Luke, ignoring the tea after all and heading back towards the hall. But as he passes, before he moves on... he rests his hand on Luke's shoulder, just for a moment. Just long enough.
He'll give it a try.]