[Asch's arrival is announced more by the splash of his boots through the water than anything he could actually say. The picture of their mother and Natalia is tucked under the front of his tabard, as dry as he can get it.]
It's the seventy-eighth. Come on, then, we should hurry.
[You know, before they get any more drenched. Asch doesn't even wait for Luke's reply before peeling off down the stairs.]
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It's the seventy-eighth. Come on, then, we should hurry.
[You know, before they get any more drenched. Asch doesn't even wait for Luke's reply before peeling off down the stairs.]