Don't waste your time worrying about me.

[He stands up, brushing a bit of cheagle fur out of his tabard, and heads for the door.]

If for some reason I do need you, idiot, you'll know.

[Weird Isofon Shit and all. Which brings up another point.]

...Someone's going to have to train your hyperresonance anyway. I doubt your new swordsmaster can handle that.

[And on that happy note, Asch turns and walks right out the door. No reason to stick around here.]