[Idiot, idiot. Asch keeps silent for a little while, lips tight, one hand in her hair and the other awkwardly winding around her shoulders. What the hell is she saying sorry for? She wasn't even there, and he's glad that she wasn't. His death was gruesome, and Luke's... well, he knows what happened. And it would have just been pitiful- a confirmation of the fears he'd carried for so long, the insubstantial existence of replicas and his own life.]

There was nothing anyone could have done. If there was, we wouldn't have died. You shouldn't be apologizing, Miyabi.