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[Since this happened, Asch hasn't been entirely sure what to do with himself. He eats breakfast, he reads a little. He wanders through the village for a while, aimlessly and calm despite the bad news. It's a normal day. A nice day, even. Luceti is blissfully aware of his loss, and he likes it that way. There is no house to burn, no alcohol to waste, no friend to garner comfort from. There's the village, and there's the memories, and there's that coldness in his heart creeping up again. As usual. It's just another going-home situation, and that's become typical of this place. Maybe people are happy. She's gone back. She's free.

She's dead.

He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.

Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.

After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]

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What? No. You're the one who decided to sit here.

[So what does she want?]

Oh, all right.

[She leans back against the tree, quiet for now.]

[......Um.]

What are you doing here?

[AND WHY AREN'T YOU LEAVING.]

Oh, I'm visiting you. You seemed a little sad.

[She looks over at him.] Do you miss Stella, too?

That's no one's business. [Especially not a stranger.]

It's okay. It's all right to be sad when one of your friends goes away.

I'm not interested in feeling anything like that. It happens too often here.

Oh, but you can't help your feelings. [No matter how hard you try to change them, they'll still be your feelings.]

Don't assume anything about me. You don't even know me.

Not yet. But I'm sure we'll be wonderful friends soon.

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And why would you assume something like that?

Oh, because once we understand each other a little better, then we'll become closer.

You don't even know my name, do you? [He doesn't exactly remember hers, either.]

Hmm.... [She thinks about that for a moment.] What is your name?

[Will it make her go away?]

...Asch.

[Nope.]

Oh, that's a nice name. My name is Grune.

[DAMN.]

What's so nice about it?

[It's an ugly, useless, shameful name. It's a fake identity for one who lost everything. There's nothing nice about it.]

Oh, it has such a nice sound. And ash trees are very beautiful.

I'm not named after a tree. It's the ashes of a fire.

[Because his life is over and he's burned out and remnants of sacred flame blah blah blah emo. Ugh, it's so ugly and miserable WHY WOULD ANYONE LIKE IT.]

Like a campfire? That's nice, too.

[Because Grune likes everything.]

[He's starting to realize this.]

...You're a strange person.

Oh, do you think so?

I wouldn't have said that if I didn't think it.

Oh, all right.

[And she is…totally fine with being called strange.

She glances over at his sketchbook.] What are you drawing?

Whatever I want. [Or, conversely, whatever passes him by. So far it's been several trees, a couple of strangers, and a cat.]

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