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[Asch has a balled up blanket clutched tightly to himself, and he's walking very carefully towards home. He's glancing around, as if to make sure no one is watching as he carries whatever it is he's holding. He keeps looking back over his shoulder, also, as he has a feeling that he's being followed... But he always turns back to his blanket, making sure it's still safe. The blanket occasionally moves a bit, although whenever it does Asch is careful to move it back into place.]

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[By fate, have a mysterious Guy wandering around in town and is in your line of sight. He appeared to be lost and is looking around in his exploration.]

..

[He sees Guy up ahead and, after making sure whatever's wrapped in the blanket is safe, goes closer to see him.]

...Are you okay?

[When Young!Asch approach him, he does a double take. Having a sense of deja vu. He has no idea this is the real young Asch.]

I'm all right. Just very lost at the moment.

[Noticed what's Asch is holding.]

Hey, kid. That looks heavy for you.

It's not too heavy... I'm okay.

I can help you be not lost, if you want...

[He smiled at him.]

That would be great.

What's your name kid?

...I'm Asch.

Huh? Asch? No way...how did you get to be so young?

I'm always this young...

But you're alive.

...Is your Asch dead...?

He's been dead for two years at the age of 18.

...Why is he dead...?

He sacrificed his life so Luke can move on to kill Van.

...But couldn't they both do it...? So he didn't have to die?

I wasn't there to see what happened.

Anyways, it's no use. It happened two years ago.

It's sad, though... I don't want to die.

Who knows what Asch was thinking at that time.

Anyways, what is this place and how is this possible with you here? We come from different times...

This is a really nice place... Lots of different people come here, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to.

Most of the people here are adults, though.

[That doesn't answer his question in how two people from different times can be in the same place.]

I see. Maybe I have to talk to more people. I don't know how I ended up here...

Nobody really knows... But it's okay. We don't have enough Guys.

Enough Guys...?

...I like Guys a lot. But there aren't very many... It's nice when more come.

Do you mean there's more of me in this place? [He looks a little creep out by the idea.]

Yeah, there are... Not a lot, though.

I have yet to see those...Guys.

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