[It's a good thing it doesn't take a genius: that's something Asch will certainly never be accused of possessing.]

You'll always be my student. [So possessive.] Whether you like it, or not.

[With a sigh, Van retrieves his sword and fastens the belt back on. He glances back over his shoulder while doing so, the very image of paternal disappointment.] You don't know everything, Asch, no matter how much you'd like to believe so. ...Don't toss those supplies out to spite me. Give them to someone else if you won't use them.