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[lol, past out Asch is passed out on a bed. He doesn't remember ever getting there, but he's not going to complain. He just suddenly became tired. He's been sleeping for some time now, and probably needs to be prodded awake like...now.]

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I killed Duke Fabre.

...

What? Nothing to say to that?

...What do you want me to say? Should I be mad and come at you? You must have had a valid reason for doing what you did.

...you wouldn't care, would you? Or he would have no reason to. But you're one of those 'originals', huh?

If you would like that I don't try and cut you down, I suggest you start talking or keep your mouth shut. Just what exactly do you mean by one of those 'originals'?

[ Way to reassure him you mean no harm, Asch. His sword is out in an instant and he prepares to defend himself in needed. ] I've listened to what some of the people here talk about. The ones who look like you are called "originals", yeah?

[Sorry, he's a little wary after hearing Luke had murdered his father] Some, yes. Why?

[ This one's a touch paranoid of things and people. ] I don't know anything about that.

Your world does not know of replicas?

I've heard of it being used on some things, but not on a person.

The first successful replication of a human being was of a noble in my world, Luke fon Fabre. We've picked up being called Originals, and the people who look like you, replicas. [The more he talked about his replication, the more he grew hating the person in front of him. Those lingering thoughts never did quite leave him.]

[ Nods his head some at the crucial points, finally understanding the weird phrases those other people had tosses about so casually. ] Well I'm not a replica and the guy who looks like you isn't an original where I'm from.

I figure you weren't, with how you were talking.

That's all I was curious about.

Fine. [he moves away from the bed, staring to walk towards the door] Move.

Hmph. [ Slowly backs out of the doorway, half glancing over his shoulder first. ]

[And he's out and heading down the hallway without much of a back glance.]

[ Don't mind if some things are misplaced when you return, Asch. Mr. Not-Replica is going to snoop around. You're interesting. ]

Get out of that room. [aww too bad, snooping times over, Luke]

[ Urk. You startled him, Asch. But since we since we have no icon to represent that, you get this one. He backs into a corner, doing a remarkable impression of a cornered animal. ]

...[noticing that he hadn't exit the room, Asch returns to find him in a corner.] ...Luke?

...I'm leaving. [ Once Asch moves out of the way so he can slip through the door. ]

...What were you doing in here?

..satisfying my curiosity.