Warning: End-game spoiler!
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He'd known it since the starts, the moment the redhead came back that one night, the instant he stepped into sight and the second his voice echoed in the valley. He knew by so many small yet betraying details; his newfound grace, his rediscovered assurance, his hair border lining between flames and blood, not to mention long once again. So subtle yet obvious, anyone who knew the replica like the back of their hand could see the difference.

Surely the others realized too, saw it wasn't just the same person they'd traveled with all along, noticed he wasn't just the old Luke anymore, but seeing their companion well and alive, as different as he may now be, soon clouded any of their hesitations, leaving the Hod Heir as the only comrade to keep a watchful, suspicious eye on the swordsman.

He didn't mind Luke's return, on the contrary, but that little voice in his head soon made sure of letting him know things wouldn't quite be the same anymore regardless of how much he wished things would never stray or deviate from the way the were.

Luke was still the same, yet not. But it still was Luke in a way, just not... him. He was just... Agh..

The servant's mind could decide what to say, swaying back and forth between denial and acceptation. A sick ballet of love and hate and maybe some jealousy weaving it's way in while confronted to that obvious second chance he'd never have?

Guy saw every little change, huge differences they may be from old to new. Every deviation from old habits, moves, gestures... All the little things down to the slightest twitch. He could clearly see where Asch had claimed his share, noticing the occasional moments when the redhead used his right hand instead of his left or stared into the distance in thoughts apparently as deep as those burdening the God-General's mind when he once lived. He occasionally heard the redhead laugh, his voice tinted with the painfully familiar tone of the original; a hunting melody of two pasts combined into one future. Few could brag about having heard Asch laugh even once, but Guy still remembered the days when he was still am innocent, untainted child.

way before he lost, no sacrificed, everything he had down to his own name, clutching only to his undying pride.

He saw the difference all the more obviously as morning arrived, day passed and night came again. As time ticked by in slow torturing minutes. As Luke went about, laughing, pouting, smiling, talking, living.

And when Luke entered his room, when he backed him up against a wall, he experienced the difference, though unwillingly. He painfully realized how distant he had been as the other devoured him, bruising kiss upon another, when he assaulted his throat, claimed his body...
Luke was hungry, demanding, desperate.
Desperate for an acceptation from he who had taught him life, love, death and everything in between. He'd fought his whole life for people to recognize him for what he was worth, both as Luke and Asch.

He had read the doubt in the blond's eyes the second their eyes met and he saw all the hesitation inhabiting him, the doubt confronted to the change, the fear of losing a dear friend and the joy of seeing him back somewhere in there.

When morning peeked over the horizon, Guy woke up to gaze at the sleeping form laying beside him, a soothing familiar sight of red and beige, minus the yellow wash-out.

As the servant watched, the redhead woke up and stared back, and Guy finally realized his friend was still there somewhere in this mix of ash and flame as those familiar eyes stared into his, green, unchanged and still bearing that innocence Luke and only Luke had, the innocent look that proved maybe things hadn't changed so much after all. He smiled, pulling him into a relieved hug Luke gladly returned.