Acceptance of loss and rejection... A fortune someone didn't tell with Lorelei's help for once... Tch, I can't escape it, not even here. It's like I'm always fucking destined to fail.
I hate them. I'm not going to be bound by loss and failure. I'm not!
Heh. Looks like I've done a great job disproving her so far... I bet he could have beaten that bastard...
Damn it...
These sting.
[Asch's shirt is ruined, with blood smeared on the left sleeve and the stomach. Asch is working on bandaging her arm, cleaning the wound with a pissed off expression]