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[winces again, before looking down, a little embarrassed] Sorry...

Hmph. [ Takes the wig and starts absently brushing it out. ]

[bites his lip for a moment before taking a step forward, kind of grabbing onto Asch's arm lightly and leaning forward, resting his forehead on his shoulder, shaking very slightly]

[ The first part involving Luke moving closer had him on guard, but that feeling went straight to bewildered, and possibly enraged at the replica latching onto him without permission. Though he rests a hand on his head for some reason unknown to even him. ]

[gives a breathless, soundless laugh] You smell different from him... [and then he's silent again for a minute]

...You're... the one who won against Van, aren't you...?

I should think so. [ Purses his lips at the replica. ]

...I am, if you can call it as much.

... [frowns, taking a moment to consider how to ask this] Do Asch and I stand a chance, stopping his plans and defeating him? If it comes down to it... if something happens and it ends up being just the two of us... or even if he doesn't lose their trust, just seven of us...

Do we have a chance, or...

... ...what happened in my world is far different from any of those other originals or replicas. We won not by virtue of my strength, but by knowledge of what Van was planning before he ever had the chance to execute it. I returned to the capital, informing those necessary of what was about to come and what could be done to keep Auldrant safe from him. You will have to ask someone else.

Oh... [bites his lip, one hand going to the hilt of his sword] I guess that makes sense...

[ Follows Luke's hand with his own, resting it on his wrist, suddenly suspicious. ] What are you plotting, replica?

[laughs softly] I can't exactly draw a sword like this, Asch. At least, not comfortably. But... it's more just thinking. I doubt I'm anywhere near good enough to fight him.

Hm. [ Takes his hand back. ] Then spend your time here practicing so that when the time comes you are able to stop him.

Hm...

[shakes his head] I'll have to deal with that another time, though... I still have to find...

[ Tries to shake Luke off and move away. ] Find what, replica?

[pulls back, vaguely making a sort of hugging motion at his chest, but as though he'd be hugging something to himself; he catches himself before he really completes the motion and drops his hands to his sides] ...Mieu...

[ Why are you so... pathetic, Luke? ] What is a 'Mieu'?

[D:] Who, not what.

[ It's true. :/ ] Who, if you so prefer.

He's my friend.

Did he come here with you?

[nods] But... I lost him a couple months ago...

It may be that he has returned to your world.

[see Luke's face? It's now become even more crestfallen, lonely, and devastated]

[ Glares at him, annoyed with his defeated attitude. ] Have you taken the time to look for him?

[nods] Constantly.