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What the hell is this?! This is nothing like the Auldrant I know. If someone's trying to screw with me, they're going to regret it. ... Dammit, it's probably the replica's fault somehow.

.... I can't contact him. What the-

...........

WHY DO I HAVE WINGS.

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Looked the same to me. You weren't any taller, if that's what you were hoping for.

... I didn't mean my appearance.

[Guy bit back a grin. How could he have missed out on this much fun before?]

Oh, sorry about that. Um, well like I said we didn't talk much...pretty much just, "I hate you dreck," you know, what I said just moments ago...

[This was getting irritating.]

I must have been different if that's all I did. I like to think I have a better vocabulary than that.

[Guy could tell that Asch was getting impatient, and debated throwing him a bone.]

You cursed a lot, too.

[Apparently not.]

Probably the replica's fault.

[Despite his irritation, Asch couldn't entirely fight the smile tugging at his lips. He didn't banter with many people, and he was surprised that Guy was the one who'd made the attempt.]

[Guy almost stumbled; was that actually humor he heard in Asch's tone? Then again, why should that be such a shock? He'd never tried to be friendly with Asch before, so perhaps it was his fault that it was surprising. Guy felt a little pang of guilt, but laughed anyways.]

[Well, that was a refreshing surprise. Asch had expected Guy to defend the replica, or ignore the comment if anything. But he'd laughed... it wasn't a reaction he would have predicted if he'd had time to think about it. It seemed this place was out to surprise him left and right.

Still, there were more important things to worry about. Such as something the replica had said, for one.]

...Guy. The replica mentioned the Malnosso reviving the dead. Is that true?

Well they obviously can, with Mary here. But yeah...people have died here and come back. Why?

[Asch was silent for a long moment, considering this. So the dead didn't stay dead here. But his situation was somewhat different - thanks to the replication process, he knew his body had been degrading before his arrival. He wasn't sure of how much time he'd had left, but it couldn't have been much; he'd already begun to feel it.

Here, though, it was gone. Strange. Did that mean he'd died after all? Or was his condition fixed while he was in this place?]

... My own reference.

[Asch was such a painfully easy read, but Guy decided not to press for an answer.]

You lose something though; a memory or an item...some people have lost senses. Like payment, kind of.

...I see.

[Asch fell into silence once more. Lost something? That Guy had mentioned memory specifically bothered him, and he decided it was time. He was sick of dancing around the issue anyway.]

Guy, did I die?

[Guy would have faltered if he hadn't be half-expecting the question.]

Not that I recall. You spent a lot of time in the forest.

[Asch fought back a wave of irritation. If Guy was trying to protect him, it only made things worse.]

I don't just mean here. You're hiding something.

[Guy pursed his lips and paused in their walk, turning to face Asch with crossed arms.]

I already told you that I didn't speak with you much. Not only that, I'm from the same exact time you were; why would I know anything like that?

[Asch glared at Guy for a moment, then relented and brushed past him, continuing their journey down the river. There was no sense in starting a fight when he was too tired and sore to give it a decent amount of attention.]

Fine, do whatever you want. I don't care, anyway.

[Guy almost sighed with relief, although the very fact that Asch dropped the issue was proof that he was hurting more than he let on. It was good and well that they were almost back to the village; Asch could rest and hopefully forget the question, although the likelihood of that happening was slim.]

You can stay at my and Luke's house.

[Asch snorted immediately, hands clenching into fists at his sides. And here he'd thought Guy was the intelligent one.]

I'm not living under the same roof as that dreck.

[Guy rolled his eyes.]

I know that; I didn't mean permenantly, I just meant for the night. You're not going to get far if you don't take a rest.

Even one night is too much. I don't want to be anywhere near him!

[So Asch was going to be difficult; fair trade, Guy supposed, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.]

Then stay in a different room. Or would you rather pass out in the middle of town, searching for an empty house, and then make me carry you back?

[Asch bristled at that, glaring back at Guy.]

I wouldn't pass out!!

[Guy shrugged.]

Fine. I'll just follow you. If we find some place for you to stay, then I guess we don't have to worry about it.

.....

[Asch glared. And glared. And glared.]

Do whatever you want. You usually get your way anyway.

[Guy grinned; he won.]

All right, then I will.

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