[...Breathe. Okay. Come on, Asch, you can do this.]

...I'm not... the same as you. I can't forgive so easily, even if I can't place the blame directly on the people I'm angry with. I know I'm negative, and spiteful, and possessive, and just... stupid, sometimes. And I don't think I deserve you, either. But I want this anyway, and... I'll fight for it, for this. I'll fight to keep you, whether it's Luke, or the Malnosso, or death itself that wants to take you away from me. This is what I want, whether or not I'm worthy of it.