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[dissonates]

... I haven't seen any ghosts.

I guess everyone's still alive, then.

Guy, where the hell are you hiding? I know you're still in the house. Running away isn't going to help you or anyone else, you know.

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Who says I'm avoiding anyone? Maybe I just wanted to go out, get some air. It's beautiful outside.

[dissonates]

Bullshit. You usually come in to at least say hi or something.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

Well, then...hello, Asch.

[dissonates]

....

You're seeing me, aren't you?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well, these little pictures don't do much but yes, I can.

[dissonates]

Guy!

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Asch.

[dissonates]

Haven't I been lied to enough already?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...you're not the only one hurt by your death, you know.

[dissonates]

I'm not saying I am. But I have a right to know! It's my life, isn't it?!

[So incredibly locked]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

So you want to hear your future? Hear your Score? Because no matter what I tell you, that's exactly what you're getting.

Why are you so obsessed with how your death plays out? You should be concentrating on avoiding it, not what it was like. It took place in a trap room in Eldrant- now avoid it. Avoid Eldrant. Don't go, or if you must just go with us, as a group. Don't go alone.

[Locked]

[dissonates]

Why the hell do you think I've been asking so much?! Do you think I want to die?! Maybe knowing every detail is what will save me, we don't know that!

Just tell me how it is. You don't understand what it means to me.

[Locked]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm not telling you what your death was like, Asch. I'm not encouraging this, it's bordering on morbid.

[Locked]

[dissonates]

I've known for a long time that I'm going to die. I've spent months and months looking for Van, looking for a cure, trying to do everything I can to stop myself from just disappearing. You want morbid? Try living every day of your life wondering when you'll be too weak to lift your sword anymore, wondering when the fonons of your heart decide they're too degraded to keep it beating.

I want to at least know if I died with some dignity, goddammit...!

[Locked]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...you died with dignity.

[Locked]

[dissonates]

.....

[Locked]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...he- you-

"I was needed." That's...what he asked me to tell you.

[Locked]

[dissonates]

...Guy...

If you don't want to deal with it, will you let me talk with him?

[Locked]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm already on my way back.

[Locked]

[dissonates]

Okay. You know where to find me.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[And he does; Guy arrives at the house around fifteen minutes later, Asch's ghost trailing wordlessly after him. Accompanying him are ghosts of both Mary and Van, but as Guy hadn't told Asch about them -and probably won't- the Asch that is alive can't see them. Which was probably for the best.

Guy raps lightly on the door more for the sake of being polite than an actual request to enter, and pushes the door open to Asch's room.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[And Asch of course is waiting. He sits up a little in bed at the knock, opening his mouth to greet Guy properly, but the words die off at his lips as he spots his own ghost, bloody and pale with several swords impaling his body. His eyes are glazed and there's blood trailing from his mouth.

Asch just stares for a long moment. He doesn't know what to say.]

[Action]

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...

[Guy leans against the doorframe, expression an odd mixture of resignation, amusement and a hint of exhaustion.]

I won't say "I told you so," but I will say "I implied."

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch shifts his gaze towards the blond instead, his bloody ghost remaining in his peripheral. It was disconcerting, but he'd dealt with corpses enough. Never his, of course, but the threat of death had always been there anyway. He didn't bother to address Guy's words; they both knew he was right anyway.]

... So I died in battle.

[Well. It was better than fading away in bed like an old man.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

It's not as bad as it looks.

[Asch's ghost spoke for Guy, who'd elected to remain silent, eyes drifting off to the side as if following something else by sight.]