"I don't even know how the hell you got here!" It was the truth. "My business is my own. That's why I don't fight in front of you people." That tone was rather accusatory, and it was something he usually reserved for the replica and his friends. He used it to isolate himself from those around him. "It's not your world, so there's no way you could understand my—the situation." But... that wasn't completely true, was it?

Asch was angry, and that meant the firm hold he usually had on his emotions dwindled to the point where he looked like the fool. But he had to shove that aside. He wasn't about to let Oliver get lost in a pre-wartime world, especially with bandits and soldiers lurking outside the cities. He really cared too much. But he also knew that there would be more than one flaw in his plan if he managed to make enemies on the Plane. The swordsman watched Oliver's back carefully in case he decided to run off after all.

"There's a place not too far from here," he murmured. He didn't really want to talk, but with Oliver suddenly in Auldrant, he didn't have a choice.

Ugh. This whole thing pissed him off.