[Care is definitely not the right word. It was more just... a chance. He had no idea when or where this Asch was from, but the Asch he had known had made his intentions clear. He might have been a bit skewed with anger and scrambling for what little pride he could, but he'd finally brought his foot down on the difference between him and Luke. Guy wishes it didn't have to be through combat. But stubborn Fabre genes would always prevail, after all.
If Asch could do that - if he could separate himself, try to drag himself from all that baggage and bother to be an individual in his own right... then he could start over. He would just be Asch. Guy would just be Gailardia. No longer master and servant. Whether Asch would follow through with that wasn't something Guy was positive about. But the intention had still left his mouth before he could think it back into a corner again.
And here was Asch. Possibly different - very different - but with intentions that Guy, for once, could not figure out. If this had happened under different circumstances, this wouldn't nag at him so harshly. But... somewhere in the back of his mind, Guy knows there was more to it. There had to be. There was a reason Asch protected his replica. There was a reason that Asch had been so closed and cold when he sat in that hospital bed.
He may not "care", per say. Not in the way that Asch might be implying, at least. But he sure is damn curious.]
Some things can't be left untouched, I guess. I can't make excuses. But I'm not going to say any of it felt--
[A long, long pause - goddammit, what was the word...]
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[Care is definitely not the right word. It was more just... a chance. He had no idea when or where this Asch was from, but the Asch he had known had made his intentions clear. He might have been a bit skewed with anger and scrambling for what little pride he could, but he'd finally brought his foot down on the difference between him and Luke. Guy wishes it didn't have to be through combat. But stubborn Fabre genes would always prevail, after all.
If Asch could do that - if he could separate himself, try to drag himself from all that baggage and bother to be an individual in his own right... then he could start over. He would just be Asch. Guy would just be Gailardia. No longer master and servant. Whether Asch would follow through with that wasn't something Guy was positive about. But the intention had still left his mouth before he could think it back into a corner again.
And here was Asch. Possibly different - very different - but with intentions that Guy, for once, could not figure out. If this had happened under different circumstances, this wouldn't nag at him so harshly. But... somewhere in the back of his mind, Guy knows there was more to it. There had to be. There was a reason Asch protected his replica. There was a reason that Asch had been so closed and cold when he sat in that hospital bed.
He may not "care", per say. Not in the way that Asch might be implying, at least. But he sure is damn curious.]
Some things can't be left untouched, I guess. I can't make excuses. But I'm not going to say any of it felt--
[A long, long pause - goddammit, what was the word...]
--justified.