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[ You had better not be getting any ideas, replica. Asch is having a hard time figuring out what Luke is doing from his point of view some ways back and would be very pissed if he did something rash. Insecure? Not at all. His approach is quiet for more than one reason. ]

[As he gets closer, Asch might recognize that what Luke is saying sounds very much like a traditional prayer for the departed. His arms tighten very slightly as he bows his head, closing his eyes.]

[ It's a prayer he's become far too accustomed to during his time in the Order and it almost makes him stop short. When he's fairly close, he deliberately makes some noise to keep from startling the idiot right off the edge. ] Replica.

[He doesn't appear to have heard him, or at least he doesn't acknowledge that he has. Instead, he just keeps speaking in that very soft tone, before raising his head and opening his eyes again, spreading his arms as he does to let the flowers fall and be carried by the slightly breeze over the cliff's edge. He brings his hands over his heart after that, bowing his head again for a few moments before dropping down to the ground, first to his knees and then to sit with his legs dangling over the edge, just looking out silently now.]

[ Asch's already foul mood doesn't improve when the replica choses to ignore his arrival in favor of 'honoring' the others of his kind. That had to be what he was doing, he never spoke of much else. His rage had only grown since finding the replica missing from their room and without another word - talking with a bruised and bloodied jaw hurts like a bitch - he reaches down to grab Luke by the jacket, yanking him away from the edge. ]

[Luke's eyes widen; he gasps softly as he lands on his back, staring up at Asch blankly for a few moments before frowning.] Master...?

[ The urge to give him a swift kick is strong, but he felt like neither carrying him or tending to any injuries he may cause. He licks some of the dried blood from his lips. ] What are you doing out of the room?

[Blinks a couple of times before turning his head enough so that he can just see the edge of the cliff.] ...It's been a year...

That does not give you permission to go wherever you so please, dreck. [ Hooks his other hand onto the coat and pulls him back so that he can't see over the edge. ]

[Flinches, not looking up at him.] I just... I never got the chance to say anything for them back then; I wanted to do something so that they would know that they aren't forgotten, and then... then I saw those flowers, and there were enough... one for each of them. And after that, I just started walking. [Frowns a little to himself.] Then I saw this place, and it's really beautiful... I've never seen anything like it, and I thought it'd be a nice place for them. They never got to see anything so beautiful, so I thought they might like to be remembered here.

Hmph. [ Grabs hold of his face, turning his head different directions. ] All who die will end up forgotten eventually; replica, original, normal people. None are exempt from that fate, just as no one can escape death itself. [ Releases him once he's satisfied there's no damage to his property. ] Next time you wish to leave the room you had damned sight better request my permission! How did you get out anyway? The door was locked, as was the chains. [ Snarls, going to inspect his neck for the collar. ]

[Doesn't answer that; he's not about to get someone else in trouble ~~plus, he's actually... a little jealous when Asch goes after other replicas~~, after all. The collar's still there, though.] I... I'm sorry, Master.

That doesn't answer my question! [ Produces an extra chain from somewhere on his person and attaches it the the collar, giving a sharp yank. ] On your feet, whore.