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What?!

[He's not really aware that he was being recorded - sure, he'd been messing with the journal, which is probably why it's recording right now. But he's more shocked about the fact that he's alive again.]

But why? [Silence again, for a few minutes as footsteps get farther and then nearer to the journal again.] I was supposed to be--

[Dead.]

This is so pointless!

[He pauses one last time, and then decides that kicking his book would do him good. There's the sound of his foot making contact with it, and then the sound cuts.]

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[Always. At least Asch was a little better to getting to the point than everyone else was.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[Ironic, because Van just told him not to trust you, buddy.]

[Trust is totally relative. Or something.]

Tell me this first- what's the last thing that you remember happening in Auldrant?

[So many of them seem to be coming in from after it's all over. But then there's Van and the replica, from well before...]

[What is the meaning of the word 'trust' to Sync, anyway?

Ah, this question again...]

I died.

[If anyone were expecting any emotion behind it, he doesn't have any. He didn't want to exist, anyway.

So 'existing' here again in Luceti was definitely not what he wanted.]

[Aha- just as he thought. He ignores Sync's apparent lack of concern over this development - frankly, he'd have been alarmed if he'd heard some sort of regret or grief in the replica's voice anyway - and focuses on the situation they're in. Sync died. And he's aware of the fact that Sync died after he did. So this complicates matters.]

People arrive in this place at different stages of their lives. Van's from well before my replica's assault on the Absorption Gate. He's not interested in hearing about his future, or anyone else's.

[For obvious reasons, naturally.]

[Of course.]

Different stages of their lives? [Yeah, this is getting more and more confusing as he hears more about it. But he's trying his best to keep up.] I won't promise anything either way. It's not like it's your business what I do and don't tell Van, anyway.

[He's not really the listening type.]

[Asch offers up an uncaring shrug. Truth be told, he really doesn't want Sync to go around sharing too much - particularly if the information he has of the future gets back to his replica - but showing interest would probably just cause Sync to want to stir up trouble or something. Cue disinterest.]

I'm just giving you the same warning Van himself gave to me. Even from us, hearing about the future is too much like being told the Score to him.

[Good call, Asch.

...Oh the Score. Sync grips the journal more firmly in his hands for a moment at the thought of it.]

I see. [Because Asch just had to use that word to make him even more disinterested in telling Van anything if he couldn't help it.] When did he tell you this?

The same day he arrived. [In our goddamn shower.] As soon as he found out where I and my replica were from, he told us to keep what we knew to ourselves.

I'll keep that in mind. [He small pause.] Anything else useful you can tell me?

...Nothing, unless no one's shown you the guide yet.

[And that's really not his responsibility.]

I've got a million people who told me to look at the guide already.

[Good, because he doesn't want to hear about it for the million and first time.]

I assumed as much. That's all the information I have, then.

[Short and sweet, aren't you happy?]

[He's very happy.

...

Or whatever the Sync equivalent to "happy" is.]

Then this conversation's over.

[And he can go back to fighting with everyone else now. 8D]

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