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[Filtered from Luke]

Guy, come to my room for a minute.

[This is not a request. :|]

[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.

I don't know about that.

[Guy moved for the door, not even pausing as he murmurs his response.]

You've still got plenty of pride from where I'm standing.

[Asch blinks, surprised, and watches Guy as he goes, unable to respond at first. He hadn't expected to hear that from Guy.]

... when the other Guy was here, I asked him this. I have to ask again.

Do you still hate me?

[Okay; Guy has to pause at that, and turns to blink at Asch, lifting the bowl in his hands.]

...I just fed you soup, Asch. What do you think?

[Asch splutters a little, cheeks going red.]

W-well how the hell am I supposed to know?! You served me lots of times when I was a kid, and we both know how you felt then! And you're the kind of person who'd do this anyway, so--

[And there he has to cut himself off before he makes a bigger fool of himself.]