[Asch leaves him alone with his thoughts as he eats, cleaning up the remains of the stew and washing the pots and dishes from earlier. It's soothing work, and the scent of the dish soap is a refreshing distraction from the morbid topic they'd just discussed. He's never been good at comforting people; never tried, really, except for his bare bones attempts with Guy and Natalia in the past. He doubts there's anything he could say that would make his replica feel better.

...Still. When the dishes are finished, he lets his hands rest for a moment in the warm water, elbows on the counter. His voice is quiet when he speaks up again.]

It seems awful at first, but in a place like this, it's not so bad. Like a long sleep you can't wake yourself up from.