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... 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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[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.]

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.]

[Asch can't help but lift a skeptical brow at that, snorting faintly.]

Not that bad? I don't know if I can agree with that.

[He'd never been stabbed like that before, but he'd been wounded plenty of times, and he knew well enough what the bite of a sword felt like.]

[Asch gets a skeptical brow right back, and some scowl while he's at it.]

Are you trying to tell me that I don't know how this feels?

That's not what I-

[Asch has to stop himself there, grimacing at the ridiculousness of arguing with his own dead self. There were plenty of things in the world worth arguing over - whether or not the death in front of him was all that bad was not one of them.]

... Fine, it's not bad. How'd it happen?

Eldrant. [-Guy supplies abruptly, attention still focused elsewhere and sounding a bit far away, even as he answers.

The Asch ghost looks at him, but when Guy doesn't continue he huffs and delivers a more complete answer, detailing the event.]

[Asch rolls his eyes. Guy was being irritatingly huffy about all of this, considering he'd encouraged looking for a way to avoid it.]

So if I don't fall in that stupid trap, I won't die in the ambush. ... But the replica might.

Not if we tell him what to expect. [Guy finally snaps his attention away from whatever he'd been staring at -a conversation between Mary and Van, not that Asch was aware- and addresses Asch directly.]

He's from around the time of the destruction of the miasma, so if we explain to him what happens, you both'll be saved.

[Asch sits up a bit further in bed, crossing his arms over his chest.]

But that would still leave my body's contamination. That one isn't so easily cured.

We might be able to find a cure for that, with the extra time. Or we could find a cure here, or-

[Guy pauses, trailing off as he stares at -seemingly- nothing before starting over, returning his attention to Asch.]

Or...something. Something could happen.

'Something could happen'? That's unusually naive of you.

[Asch looks suspicious.]

What is it, Guy?

[And this is the point where Guy offers Asch a smile that isn't quite fake, but not totally there, either.]

If I don't tell you, then this situation remains blissfully uncomplicated. Let's leave it at that.

...Uncomplicated, huh.

[The suspicion remains, but for once he decides to let Guy win a round. The fake smiles, he can't tolerate. This... this was different.]

...Alright. I'll trust you on this.

Thanks. [Now that is genuine, and Asch also gets a small, warm smile.]

[Asch blinks at the smile, a faint blush crossing his cheeks, and he looks away.]

It's nothing.

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