[... Stella smiles, a little, though it isn't out of false encouragement or hope. She's honestly slightly humored - just two sentences, and Asch already contradicted himself. She shuts her eyes, and her smile grows. They're both hypocrites, aren't they?]

You can't tell me what to do, and yet you still tell me I shouldn't worry. Asch...

["Do you know how silly you sound?"

But she doesn't say that out loud. Instead, she lets out a breath, her smile fading as she looks up at him.]

I know how capable of a fighter you are. You're a soldier... The battlefield is something you're used to. I'm not doubting your abilities... But I'll still worry.