[He wishes he had answers for Luke- answers that made their situation better, answers that made sense and would maybe, just maybe, make it hurt a little bit less. But there are no perfect, problem-solving responses to this, there never have been. It's just mess after mess and he's so, so tired. He doesn't even have the energy to get angry right now, whether Luke is being stupid or not. And how laughable is that?
Very, actually. That Luke is angry and he's just...
...he doesn't know what he is. The word "numb" makes him uncomfortable, makes him think of death and decay and the slow, painful degradation of his own cells. Numb is what he'd felt when his heart started giving out, numb is what he'd felt when he was impaled, over and over.
He's not numb, but he's not fine. And Luke...]
You're not. [It's quietly said, and Asch isn't looking at Luke this time, his expression pensive.] I didn't know that she died, too.
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Very, actually. That Luke is angry and he's just...
...he doesn't know what he is. The word "numb" makes him uncomfortable, makes him think of death and decay and the slow, painful degradation of his own cells. Numb is what he'd felt when his heart started giving out, numb is what he'd felt when he was impaled, over and over.
He's not numb, but he's not fine. And Luke...]
You're not. [It's quietly said, and Asch isn't looking at Luke this time, his expression pensive.] I didn't know that she died, too.