[He meets her rant with silence and a solid, unwavering gaze of his own, the own rage that flickered on the edges of his composure just barely holding back. She's strong-willed and very much her own person. But ultimately, she's still a stranger. There are some things that she doesn't just have the right to know.

The "why" is one of those things. But the "how"?

Well.

If she plans on being so insistent... then for one split second, he decides that beating around the bush isn't quite worth it.

His voice is steady, but eerily cold when he finally opens his mouth to speak.]

You want to know how it happened, then?

Will that really make you feel better? More secure?

Because hey. I did it.

I was the one who pulled my sword. I killed Asch. I tried to kill Luke. And I did so very aware of my intentions.

[Never mind that it wasn't completely under his control. Never mind that he had told himself that WASN'T what he wanted in the end, that he was TRYING to work his way through it. But he doesn't give a shit about defending himself. He's not in the mood to play "let's talk about my past", and he doubts that any other reason he could give would be justifiable right now. He's not about to make excuses. So blunt portions of the truth would have to do.

What she chose to do with it was her problem, now.]