[Asch doesn't respond for a long time; he remains a quiet, flickering presence in Luke's mind, watching, waiting, as if trying to test his replica somehow. If he really wanted to come for Asch that badly, to endure the pain, the anger, the abuse... what could he do? Maybe he could force Luke to turn around and go back, but with Luke so stubborn and strong, and Asch in the state he's in...
...could he even pull it off like this? He's not sure anymore. He hates that feeling, too. He hates being unsure, hates being afraid, hates...
...hates...
So much. He hates so, so much.
How can anyone stand it?
Eventually, Asch speaks up again, his voice so hushed it's probably hard to hear, which makes the tone even more difficult to perceive.]
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...could he even pull it off like this? He's not sure anymore. He hates that feeling, too. He hates being unsure, hates being afraid, hates...
...hates...
So much. He hates so, so much.
How can anyone stand it?
Eventually, Asch speaks up again, his voice so hushed it's probably hard to hear, which makes the tone even more difficult to perceive.]
You said you wouldn't chase me. You promised.