[Asch's fists clench, hating the anger, hating the source of it, hating the words bubbling up in his chest and hating that he can't say what needs to be said.]

You're so intent on figuring me out. You want me to tell you what's changed, what makes me so different from the Asch you knew. But that's the thing- you never knew me. You never bothered! And to me, you're the one who's changed!

[A year ago he'd never be asking these questions. A year ago this conversation would have been over before it even began.

To Guy, he's always been a Fabre. So what is even the point of this?]