[His posture tightens, and for a moment it looks as if the man is going to lash out at the redhead in front of him. He could. He knows he could. But the ripple of anger dies down, his eyes snapping closed as he exhales sharply. Fingers grip tightly on the sword's hilt before relaxing again.]

This isn't about me, Asch. Don't you dare go making it about me.

[His choices for his life were his for a reason. Just because he hid them didn't make them lies.]

Didn't I just say something about you not listening to yourself? You say all this and yet you're doing an awful lot of pretending. What you claim and how you act are two completely different things. You say you don't care, and yet you're in Luke's business more often than anyone can count. You pull a stunt like this - putting yourself forward like someone who has Luke's best interests at heart, like someone who wants to legitimately protect someone you apparently don't care about from someone that you have no reason to trust - and yet you go and spill information like that to this stranger without any thought to what it might do!

Where is the line drawn, Asch? Tell me. Where is it truth of yours going to make any sort of difference if you can't learn to think instead of trying to juggle this... this mess that you thinks deserves to be hated. The only person you're fooling is yourself!