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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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[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.

Dammit...

[Asch cursed and turned away, letting Guy take the lead once more. He wasn't looking forward to this. Stupid replica...]

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