[Asch offers no response at first. He doesn't want to talk to them, doesn't want to acknowledge that they're speaking to him. It means that Luke is gone, because they're not still with him. It means that he's alone. It means that this feeling is going to last for the next seven days and it's already threatening to overwhelm him.
That perpetual feeling in the back of his head screaming, whispering, echoing: gone, gone, gone.
It hurts.
He bows his head reluctantly, his bangs clinging wetly to his forehead, and he stares blankly in their direction, his expression as impassive as he can make it appear right now. It's more difficult than he'd like.]
...I don't... know where I am.
[His voice is hushed, a little impassive, and at the same time strained. He's struggling for control and it's slipping through his fingers.
He's lost his guiding light, the signal in the dark that showed him where to go, where to find his other half. Truly blinded, now.
no subject
That perpetual feeling in the back of his head screaming, whispering, echoing: gone, gone, gone.
It hurts.
He bows his head reluctantly, his bangs clinging wetly to his forehead, and he stares blankly in their direction, his expression as impassive as he can make it appear right now. It's more difficult than he'd like.]
...I don't... know where I am.
[His voice is hushed, a little impassive, and at the same time strained. He's struggling for control and it's slipping through his fingers.
He's lost his guiding light, the signal in the dark that showed him where to go, where to find his other half. Truly blinded, now.
Gone, gone, gone...]