[He has no real response to that, merely a sullen silence, his chin resting on her shoulder as if to soak in all this good will she apparently has in droves. At his lowest it's still very easy to think badly of Luke, to fling the blame at him and let his replica be the focus of his anger, because the alternative is... what? Be angry with an intangible enemy capable of sending them home on a whim? Everyone involved in his replication that led him on this life in the first place? The loved ones who forgot about him and accepted an empty replacement? Himself?
...Well. That one's a given anyway. No one hates Asch the Bloody like Asch the Bloody hates himself.]
action; i wanna staaand with you on the mooouuntaaaain
...Well. That one's a given anyway. No one hates Asch the Bloody like Asch the Bloody hates himself.]