How was I meant to know this would happen, Asch?

[Ardyn's voice was calm, close enough to be heard over the same voice's agonized screaming layered with something daemonic and snarling in the distance. He didn't flinch at the grip on his hand (cold, as cold as the walking corpse this body was) as if he didn't register pain at all.]

I'm sorry. My brother, I don't...talk about him. I think that you can imagine why.