abyssdressing | (no subject)

...

You listen, and you'd better listen really fucking good. For one thing, I'm not the Luke that you know, so don't even think of making the damn comparison. And for another, not a single one of us asked to be born. You want to blame someone for all your troubles? Blame the assholes who made us.

[hand snaps out to grab him, not worrying about covering herself anymore]

[doesn't try to stop her, glaring defiantly] When it comes down to it, he's the one who refused to take his life back when I offered it. I was willing to give it all back to him. So don't. Fucking. Blame. Me.

And how do you expect me to take that life back? To forget all the training... all the muscle memory of being on guard... to have to deal with everyone knowing that you are also Asch the Bloody, the one that killed all those people. Do you think I... any of us can be Luke again? I would be surprised if I lasted a day before the assassinations started.

And still, how the hell is this my fault and not Van's?! I. Didn't. Ask to be born. If I could, I'd probably find some way to go back and make sure I wa-...

[glares]

...tch.

Go ahead. Continue on, dreck. Tell me how blameless you are.

Go ahead and tell me how someone who wasn't even alive at the time is to blame for the fact that someone made him.

[leans in close, face very close to his] You went into my family and charmed them into believing you were me.

That's a lot of credit you're giving me, since I was a kid who couldn't even walk or talk.

You charmed them all into thinking you were me, even Natalia. [leaning into him, trying to intimidate him] You took my life and thought that after I was forced to create a new one, that I could take back being Luke?

You seem to be neglecting the very important fact of, "That's who I was led to believe I was."

[starts to choke him, enraged]

[very clearly not even trying to stop her]

[mun would recommend pushing her, because she will kill him if he doesn't fight back]

[pffft, Luke works in other ways; he just reaches up and touches her wrist] It wouldn't matter, you know... if I die again. Three times... maybe it'll stop hurting... maybe I finally won't come back...

...

Again?

Maybe if I stop coming back... he'll come back instead. I'd rather he did...

[hands loosen slightly] What are you...?

...

[shakes him] Answer me!

Here I thought you'd be happy... hearing about a dead replica.

[shaking] No, no! She took my life... I'm not to stoop to... [slowly letting go]