[The bar... he hadn't really thought about it, since going there would mean bringing back so many memories, both good and bad. Now that Guy's gone, since it was his bar, but not the same Guy, so at the same time it wasn't his bar at all... it might be too hard. He'd start serving up the alcohol and instead fill his own glass and never stop, not till the face in his mind blurred and his shoulder stopped aching from the phantom pains of his last death.
Hell, maybe they could both use a drink after this. To Asch, at least, it's very tempting. Drown himself in a couple of the mixes Guy had taught him and just... forget for a while. He'd never let himself do it before, because he's seen it in so many other soldiers during his life- the ones who start drinking to drown out the pain, and the ones who forget how to stop. Because it feels good to forget. It feels good to... feel good. He never indulges that sort of thing because it hurts too much to lose it afterwards.
[luke can use that he could learn ancient ispanian]
Hell, maybe they could both use a drink after this. To Asch, at least, it's very tempting. Drown himself in a couple of the mixes Guy had taught him and just... forget for a while. He'd never let himself do it before, because he's seen it in so many other soldiers during his life- the ones who start drinking to drown out the pain, and the ones who forget how to stop. Because it feels good to forget. It feels good to... feel good. He never indulges that sort of thing because it hurts too much to lose it afterwards.
....]
...I can open it.
[Just once.]