His hands held only the dead air. Asch kept his stare even and slowly lowered his hands to his sides. Maybe if he was anyone else, he wouldn't feel so damn defensive about being yelled at. He was a soldier, this was what he did for a living. He had killed hundreds of people without even thinking about it, because at the end of the day, they would have killed him the same way.

But coming from Oliver... it began to infuriate him. Oliver had no context, no nothing. Asch didn't style himself as a hero or a good person, but at least his intentions weren't shameful. He was always being singled out as the bad guy, and though he occasionally placed himself in that position out of necessity, it wasn't something he really enjoyed.

He felt the anger rising in his stomach, and his fists tightened. "Don't be stupid! Did you really think that I don't have enemies? I'm a soldier. They were trying to kidnap me and they would've beaten me within an inch of my life if I let them!"