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[Filtered from Luke]

Guy, come to my room for a minute.

[This is not a request. :|]

...F... fine. Tomorrow, then.

[Asch brushes the issue aside and reaches out to Guy, gesturing for the blond to give him the bowl. It looked appealing (most of Guy's cooking did, besides the seafood) and he was hungry.]

[Guy tugs the bowl away, dipping the spoon into it and touching it to Asch's lips with a lifted brow.]

[Asch grits his teeth, eyes narrowing again.]

I'm not a kid, Guy!

[Exasperated, Guy let the spoon fall against the side of the bowl with a quiet little 'tink.']

No, you're not. You're a sick person. Put your pride away for an hour, please, or I'll pin you down and pour this down your throat instead.

......

[Asch glares for a moment, reviewing his options and not liking them at all. He could argue, or even fight, but it would probably cause a mess, and he wasn't so stupid that he had to fight over getting fed just once. ... As long as the replica didn't see it. So after the moment had passed, he relaxed his posture, sighing through his nose, then nodded.]

...Fine.

[Guy watches Asch for a moment before sighing, lifting the spoon again to his lips expectantly, voice barely even a murmur.]

Luke isn't here.

[Asch hesitates, then accepts the spoonful, giving himself a moment to swallow.]

I know that.

[Ever since his kidnapping, his connection with Luke had been growing stronger. He hardly had to tap at their linked fon slots for him to know where the replica was.]

[Guy hums, feeding Asch in silence for a little while longer before settling the spoon down, looking at him.]

...so are you going to tell me?

Asch tenses a little, looking irritated, and licks his lips to delay his reponse even a little.]

Tell you what?

Do you think I'm stupid?

[Asch receives a deadpan look with this.]

....

[Asch frowns and looks away, hands clenching yet again in the blankets.]

You already know what's going on.

[Guy draws a sharp breath.]

Is this just...just a bad day, or...?

[Asch closes his eyes.]

I don't know yet. That's why I said to wait until tomorrow.

...I see. [Guy sets the bowl on the nightstand, head down.]

[Falling silent for a moment, Asch finally looked over at Guy once more, eyes firm.]

People come back in Luceti, you know. I won't stay dead.

And if you do?

[Guy doesn't lift his head at that, picking at a thread on his gloves.]

[Asch falters then, teeth clenching, and lowers his eyes. Why did Guy have to drag his doubt out just when he'd gotten used to the idea again?]

I'm already living on borrowed time, Guy. If I die it means the replica gets to live.

Nothing is worth sacrificing yourself for, [Guy muttered, hands clenching into fists.] Either of you.

Hey, I never asked to be replicated. I'm not sacrificing myself, I'm dying, and it just happens to benefit Luke. That's all.

That's not the- [Guy cut himself off with a sigh and a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes.]

No. Nevermind.

[Asch shoots a glare in Guy's direction, disliking that dodge.]

Why do you always expect answers when you're never willing to explain yourself first?

Because it's not a matter of explaining myself.

[Guy sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.] Just drop it Asch, I don't know how to explain it.

[Asch scoffed faintly and leaned back, looking away.]

Fine. It doesn't matter to me anyway.

[Guy regards Asch quietly for another moment before slowly standing and picking up the bowl.]

...can I get you anything else?

[Asch's response is dry, with a touch of bitterness he can't suppress.]

Have you got any dignity? I'm fresh out apparently.

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