[there's supposed to be a line, here, a snapped "you don't live there!" despite Luke having been there a while now. Because he refuses to give in and admit it, one of those few strings he stubbornly holds on to.
Asch even takes a breath as though he were, but it dies when he hears something in the replica's voice. Something that sends that heated need flowing through him even faster]
I want—I need—
[he can't put it into words, at least not ones strong enough to describe what he's experiencing, what is slipping through to Luke. After a few more failed attempts, he curses and -]
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Asch even takes a breath as though he were, but it dies when he hears something in the replica's voice. Something that sends that heated need flowing through him even faster]
I want—I need—
[he can't put it into words, at least not ones strong enough to describe what he's experiencing, what is slipping through to Luke. After a few more failed attempts, he curses and -]
You feel it, don't you? Be ready for me.