[He's not sure he believes it, not entirely. It's not like Luke had grown into a flawless person- he was selfish, obnoxious, clueless about the world around him. A bit of a coward. But there'd been an innocence to him that had drawn people to him; Asch remembered that clearly, when he'd escaped - or been allowed to escape, maybe, since Van had been there - and witnessed the replica with his family. Natalia had scolded him and then grown so gentle, helping him to walk, encouraging him to remember her. His mother had held him, kissed his hair, pampered him in a way that Duke Fabre hadn't allowed before. It had been different, right from the beginning. He can't imagine that Guy was immune to that, not when his preference had grown so obvious when they met again as adults. Maybe it was because of how Asch treated Luke, sure, but...
Maybe it wasn't that Asch hadn't been enough. Maybe it was because he'd been too much. Too grown up, too independent, too focused to see the lies. Too much like his father.]
When did you start thinking that?
[Again, regret. Because he's not sure of the answer, because it frightens him. He just can't seem to stop himself from asking. But his voice, his gaze, are equally serious. The truth is especially important to him now, regardless of what it might be.
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[He's not sure he believes it, not entirely. It's not like Luke had grown into a flawless person- he was selfish, obnoxious, clueless about the world around him. A bit of a coward. But there'd been an innocence to him that had drawn people to him; Asch remembered that clearly, when he'd escaped - or been allowed to escape, maybe, since Van had been there - and witnessed the replica with his family. Natalia had scolded him and then grown so gentle, helping him to walk, encouraging him to remember her. His mother had held him, kissed his hair, pampered him in a way that Duke Fabre hadn't allowed before. It had been different, right from the beginning. He can't imagine that Guy was immune to that, not when his preference had grown so obvious when they met again as adults. Maybe it was because of how Asch treated Luke, sure, but...
Maybe it wasn't that Asch hadn't been enough. Maybe it was because he'd been too much. Too grown up, too independent, too focused to see the lies. Too much like his father.]
When did you start thinking that?
[Again, regret. Because he's not sure of the answer, because it frightens him. He just can't seem to stop himself from asking. But his voice, his gaze, are equally serious. The truth is especially important to him now, regardless of what it might be.
I have to know.
I have to know if what I saw that day was true.]
Did it feel any different after I died?