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[Luke shook slightly.]

R-remember what I said about the labs, if you let the chip go? Well... they bring you back... i-if you die, too...

[He finally lets his arms drop, giving Asch a good look at how stitched up he is.]

Usually they give you an effect as punishment. [bitter] I guess they thought this was punishment enough.

..... [ Even Asch couldn't help wincing some. He'd had his fair share of abuse in the Order, yet from the looks of it the replica had managed to discover hell itself. ]

This person killed you?

[ He gets all up in Luke's personal space to inspect the injuries. ]

[Luke yelped at the personal space invasion, but didn't move, shaking as he let Asch poke and prod at him. He's got stitches all over; anything that could be disjointed and taken apart was, and rather shamelessly at that.]

Y-yeah... he did...

[ Asch snarls at the all the damage he'd received and yanks on his coat to get him moving. No doubt Luke wouldn't be able to treat his injuries properly. ]

Idiot...!

[Luke let out a soft whimper at the tugging, though he wasn't about to complain. At least he wasn't beating the crap out of him. On that note, he wasn't going to mention that he ended up in Szayel's grasp because he broke his back trying to lift Cloud's sword. He really would have gotten an ear full if he admitted to that.]

W-where are you taking me...?

[ Mentioning that little tidbit would have landed Luke in the doghouse forever and then some for pulling such a stupid stunt. Asch made his way through the various buildings, half dragging Luke along when he couldn't walk on his own. ]

That doesn't matter.

[Luke fell quiet, wobbling along behind Asch. At least he wasn't threatening to beat the crap out of him... he really had enough pain right now.]

[ Asch figured as much, which was why he'd save the thrashing for when it'd really count. They reach the main building, and after what probably seemed like an eternity of twists and turns down hallways and corridors, Asch stops at a door to dig for the key. ]

[Luke looked up when they stopped, blinking in surprise.]

...is this where you live?

[ Asch glanced at the replica out of the corner of his eye, growling at having misplaced his damn key again. ]

What did you expect?

[Luke didn't bother to answer, falling quiet again.]

Idiot.

[ Seems that's his designated name for this Luke. Finding his key, Asch unlocked the door and had no qualms about shoving the replica in subtly being careful not to make him trip on the lightweight chain locked to the foot of the bed. ]

[Good thing, because Luke's traumatized enough to have a full blown freak out if he saw that. Luke stumbled inside, shooting Asch an annoyed glared, before shifting uneasily, feeling like a mouse caught in the lion's den.]

[ Well, Luke might have missed seeing that one, but it's not the only indication of what this Asch was really like; there's a secondary chain hooked to the wall on the opposite side of the bed, along with an assortment of collars strewn about the dresser. ]

Sit yourself down if you can manage that much.

[ Asch nods to the regal-looking armchair near the door before disappearing into the adjacent room. ]

...

[s-sorry, he'll be staring in horror at all the creepy chains and collars. Oh for the love of... He swallowed, before settling down in the chair, feeling extremely out of place.]

[ At least there isn't any chains or restraints on the chair...? Though Asch would have to say that Luke actually serves to complete the look of the room, even if he's not showing the proper attitude. ]

...how bad are your injuries?

[ And suddenly, Asch. Under one arm is a bunch of towels and a well-stocked first-aid kit under the other, both of which he places on the table next to Luke. ]

[Luke let out a surprised noise at that. Hesitantly, he shrugged off his coat and shirt, showing the stitches all over his upper body that made him look more like a rag doll than a human being. He nodded down to the bleeding stitched that had been pulled before; other than that, it seemed as if the stitches had been well taken care of.]

[ Asch snatched up Luke's garments, tossing them into a pile on the bed and adding his own shirt before turning to look at Luke. He immediately made note of the ripped stitch, then went on to inspect each and every individual one, with eyes and fingers. ]

...

I'll have to redo that one.

All right... careful, I don't know how well my arm is... attached.

[it's not like the stitches would hurt more than what's already happened.]

There's more than stitches holding you together, replica.

[ Or at least there should be, though Asch wouldn't put it past whoever had done this. The had to be sicken than he was. He rifled through the kit to pull out antiseptic along with the required items for stitches, getting right to threading the needle. ]

[Luke settled back in the chair, closing his eyes. He barely flinched when Asch took the stitches out, revealing a thin cut where his arm had been cut off, but thankfully it did nothing more than bleed slowly as the stitches were redone.]

[ In no time flat Asch's well-practiced hand has the stitches neatly replaced with new ones and he sets to treating where the cuts were made, bandaging them up afterwards. He doesn't bother to put away the first-aid supplies, opting instead to sit on the edge of his bed and watch Luke. ]

[Luke finally opened his eyes again when he pulled away, a stitched up hand absently going to touch the bandage gingerly, before resting back on the armrest.]

...thank you.

.... [ Asch watches him at that, stoic and silent as always. He was still undecided on where he stood with this replica; was he another disposable toy? One worth keeping to himself for fun later? He knew his replica would be stricken if he decided to add another.

Asch began working the remainder of his clothing off, breaking the silence. ]

It's hardly worth mentioning.

[Luke looked away respectfully, nevermind that he had seen Asch, any Asch, naked more times than he could count.]

Still. I appreciate it.