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[Asch ~~has a thing for kitchens~~ is, yet again, hanging out in the kitchen, a glass of milk in front of him as he fights to keep himself awake. he's having a bit of trouble, though, and is resting his head on his arms and almost dozing off...]

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...Master Van. He must be the one... I understand.

...Did he hurt you too?

Not him. The one who kidnapped me to make a replica was a woman with a similar name.

...Oh.

Did she hurt you?

I believed in her but then she got this stupid idea of making a world full of dreck.

...That's just to save everyone, though. It would work...

So you would go ahead and kill everyone on an entire planet along with you Master?

...I don't know. I don't like him.

Yet you seem willing to go along with what he says...

You're here now so it won't matter much...

I just said it would work. I didn't say it was right, or that I'd do it...

It won't work. Get that fact clear.

But if replicas really aren't in the Score, then it really would fix it...

...how do you save people by killing them and replacing them with copies.

It doesn't save those people... It saves Auldrant, though. And then all the new people will be saved.

Auldrant will be destroyed as well to create a replica. In the end he would fulfill the score with Auldrant's destruction.

So the new Auldrant will be free, then.

...there are other ways. Even now in my world things have changed from what is written in the score.

...He doesn't think so.

...neither does she. They are wrong that is not the way things should be done.

I guess...

If you ever go back you will see that.

...by the way we're here.

...Thanks.

It was nothing... would you like me to take you to your room.

That would be nice... It's upstairs.

[She nods and heads inside the the house. Going upstairs.] Seems like no one is home.