[That's about the shape of it. Asch sets his water canteen on the table with a sigh, and for a moment, he's quiet.]
...What good is a world that only ever lets you down?
[There's a subtle shift in accent and delivery, a rhythm to the speech that Ardyn will recognize as a quotation of his own even if the subtle bits of crossdimensional translation have rendered it into another language. Ten minutes of talking to him and it's easy to tell that Asch doesn't tend towards speech that smooth.
He runs a hand through his bangs.]
...I said I wouldn't. That I'd come back as many times as it takes, until he could believe that there were such people in the world again.
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...What good is a world that only ever lets you down?
[There's a subtle shift in accent and delivery, a rhythm to the speech that Ardyn will recognize as a quotation of his own even if the subtle bits of crossdimensional translation have rendered it into another language. Ten minutes of talking to him and it's easy to tell that Asch doesn't tend towards speech that smooth.
He runs a hand through his bangs.]
...I said I wouldn't. That I'd come back as many times as it takes, until he could believe that there were such people in the world again.