[The last sentence is enough to break the poker face Guy had been keeping, although Asch may not see that pained attempt at a smile as he paces back and forth.

He did let an ally die in front of him. Almost two. It wasn't what he wanted. But it's still what happened.]

We're talking about you, Asch. Not me. I'm pretty sure there's a lot of stuff I'd do that you wouldn't bother with.

[...]

If it was that simple, then why pull the charade?

[Trust was the first thing that came to mind. But he'd prefer to hear it in Asch's words. Guessing hasn't gotten him too far.]