[He wants to say something really venomous in response to that. Something like, 'You don't dress me anymore.' But he doesn't. He... can't. Strangely enough, he finds himself wanting to start over as much as Guy does. But that's impossible when they each have a few different roles to play-- especially the ones with costumes.

He adjusts his arm-warmers and sits down on a comfy, elegant chair that makes Asch look awkward.]

Apparently, I was given away to a witch when I was born. He's the one who placed me in this tower without a way in or out.

[Half of the awkwardness comes from the way Asch regards his hair, but even now, his fingers filter through it idly.]

Except for this.