[Asch is pensive as he walks, trying not to think too hard about what they're doing. It shouldn't be so difficult, just... talking to someone. It shouldn't fill him with such conflict and unease. But so much has changed since the last time they were comfortable enough with one another to make such an effort, and knowing that Guy doesn't remember any of it just makes it harder. It's not like it's Guy's fault - he was from a different time then, a very different place, and the curse slot had brought out of him things that he'd long decided to bury. Asch is certain that he'd have done a lot worse if he'd been struck by it- he'd have started with Luke and left a trail of bodies across half of Auldrant. If their goals hadn't been so aligned (and if he likely would have targeted a few of the God-Generals on the way) Sync probably would have enjoyed using the curse slot on him. Guy had just been the unlucky victim of spite and convenience.
But it's hard to forget. It's hard to just brush away those memories- the look of pure, unfiltered hatred in Guy's eyes, the strength he threw into the swing that nearly cleaved Asch in two, the way he carelessly shoved his dying body aside to finish off Luke. The way he hadn't particularly cared, afterwards. Hadn't even apologized. Had asked him why he saved Luke.
Had just showed up and uprooted Asch's life and the oh-so-fragile peace he'd managed to find for himself here after losing everything, shoved him around and stalked him and hated hated hated and tried to stop Luke from caring about him, Luke, who was one of the few who did, and had the gall to ask him why.
Had asked, straight-faced, if Asch hated him.
So it's hard to forget. With his heart pounding, with Guy walking behind him, armed, with the scar gently throbbing with the faintest memories of blood and death and a handful of people who actually cried over the body of someone like Asch the Bloody. With Guy not knowing what happened, and Asch wanting to never, ever tell him.
He has no idea how he's going to do this, but somehow he keeps himself moving, walking steady and unfaltering until he reaches his destination- the cherry tree grove, close enough to town for convenience but far enough that it feels secluded enough for a discussion that neither of them want to have.]
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But it's hard to forget. It's hard to just brush away those memories- the look of pure, unfiltered hatred in Guy's eyes, the strength he threw into the swing that nearly cleaved Asch in two, the way he carelessly shoved his dying body aside to finish off Luke. The way he hadn't particularly cared, afterwards. Hadn't even apologized. Had asked him why he saved Luke.
Had just showed up and uprooted Asch's life and the oh-so-fragile peace he'd managed to find for himself here after losing everything, shoved him around and stalked him and hated hated hated and tried to stop Luke from caring about him, Luke, who was one of the few who did, and had the gall to ask him why.
Had asked, straight-faced, if Asch hated him.
So it's hard to forget. With his heart pounding, with Guy walking behind him, armed, with the scar gently throbbing with the faintest memories of blood and death and a handful of people who actually cried over the body of someone like Asch the Bloody. With Guy not knowing what happened, and Asch wanting to never, ever tell him.
He has no idea how he's going to do this, but somehow he keeps himself moving, walking steady and unfaltering until he reaches his destination- the cherry tree grove, close enough to town for convenience but far enough that it feels secluded enough for a discussion that neither of them want to have.]