[Asch goes still at the voice, his body more tense than it had been in months. He knows that voice- he'd know that voice anywhere, even if it had been weeks, months, years since hearing it. His hands are clenching into fists at his sides, though it's hard to tell whether he's looking to attack or just going on the defensive. Even he himself can't tell.
But. It's Guy. The last time he remembers speaking with that voice (because it had just been a voice, all anger and confusion and something he couldn't quite name), they'd been in a hospital room and it had been an exchange between two men who may as well have been strangers. Or enemies, even. Biting words, tense postures, fiery tempers. There'd been hatred in that room, and pain. Too much pain.
The time before that, he'd nearly been cleaved in two.
But that was a long time ago for any of them, it seemed. If this was even the same Guy. The impressions that he'd gotten so far told him otherwise. And that meant...
...he didn't know what it meant. But he's been running away from it for weeks now, and maybe it's about time that he stops. He reaches up to lift Star off his shoulder, setting the cheagle down and shooing him away until he scampers off to the house's front door to wait. Only then does he turn to face Guy- pointlessly, on his part, but at least to show that he's not afraid. Not to die again. And not to hear what the other man wants to say, either.]
Between the two of us, you expected me to say anything first?
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But. It's Guy. The last time he remembers speaking with that voice (because it had just been a voice, all anger and confusion and something he couldn't quite name), they'd been in a hospital room and it had been an exchange between two men who may as well have been strangers. Or enemies, even. Biting words, tense postures, fiery tempers. There'd been hatred in that room, and pain. Too much pain.
The time before that, he'd nearly been cleaved in two.
But that was a long time ago for any of them, it seemed. If this was even the same Guy. The impressions that he'd gotten so far told him otherwise. And that meant...
...he didn't know what it meant. But he's been running away from it for weeks now, and maybe it's about time that he stops. He reaches up to lift Star off his shoulder, setting the cheagle down and shooing him away until he scampers off to the house's front door to wait. Only then does he turn to face Guy- pointlessly, on his part, but at least to show that he's not afraid. Not to die again. And not to hear what the other man wants to say, either.]
Between the two of us, you expected me to say anything first?
[Do you even know me?]