[It was hard to look at Asch - now that his head and shoulders are on the table, he doesn't really want to move. This sickness just seems to take everything out of him... No wonder the people in Akzeriuth could barely move.
But he does look up with his eyes, and eventually tips his head a bit to give him his full attention.
... It's odd to hear Asch say that. That the past or the future don't matter. Asch, who's always clung so hard to the past, is saying something like that. It must've taken a lot... Or maybe it's just the fact that Asch has spent so much time here. This place can really make you think about things, especially since there isn't so much running around to do. Luke knows that for sure.
He is right, though. What matters is now. Even though the thought of Asch dying creates a hole in Luke's heart, his original is right here, living and breathing and talking to him and trying to calm him down. And he, too, was alive. He will die, yes... But what will he accomplish by sitting around thinking about it, constantly being scared of it until it swallows him whole?
Luke's silent for a moment as he turns Asch's words over in his head. The fact that he stares at the wall past his original with a slightly frown, occasionally glancing down at the floor, seems to indicate that. After that, though, he shuts his eyes, swallows down that bile and the pain in his throat, and manages a little smile.]
... You're right. Thanks, Asch. I'm pretty pathetic, huh... I keep worrying about this so much that I'm not even looking at what's right in front of me.
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But he does look up with his eyes, and eventually tips his head a bit to give him his full attention.
... It's odd to hear Asch say that. That the past or the future don't matter. Asch, who's always clung so hard to the past, is saying something like that. It must've taken a lot... Or maybe it's just the fact that Asch has spent so much time here. This place can really make you think about things, especially since there isn't so much running around to do. Luke knows that for sure.
He is right, though. What matters is now. Even though the thought of Asch dying creates a hole in Luke's heart, his original is right here, living and breathing and talking to him and trying to calm him down. And he, too, was alive. He will die, yes... But what will he accomplish by sitting around thinking about it, constantly being scared of it until it swallows him whole?
Luke's silent for a moment as he turns Asch's words over in his head. The fact that he stares at the wall past his original with a slightly frown, occasionally glancing down at the floor, seems to indicate that. After that, though, he shuts his eyes, swallows down that bile and the pain in his throat, and manages a little smile.]
... You're right. Thanks, Asch. I'm pretty pathetic, huh... I keep worrying about this so much that I'm not even looking at what's right in front of me.