[ The music rises with them, as does the strange hollow to their steps, and he knows something is wrong. That acknowledgment, the sense of dread, it moves through them too—but so does Asch's love for this simpler time when he still owned his life. Or maybe it's for the girl he's with.
Maybe both. It's enough that his heart aches after it, his hand tightening on Asch's forearm. He knows he has to let go—there's no way he can run them all off while Asch's feelings bleed into him—but for a moment his heart sways for longer than his mind does.
He at least tries to dig his heels in, but he's not stepping back. His voice loses some of its conviction. ]
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Maybe both. It's enough that his heart aches after it, his hand tightening on Asch's forearm. He knows he has to let go—there's no way he can run them all off while Asch's feelings bleed into him—but for a moment his heart sways for longer than his mind does.
He at least tries to dig his heels in, but he's not stepping back. His voice loses some of its conviction. ]
...We can't stay, Asch.