"I know that," Asch said bitterly. Although while he did know that, he didn't sound like he was entirely convinced of it.

"He's just an idiot that has no idea what he's talking about." That he was certainly convinced of.

Lifting his eyes, he now noticed that the tapered candles had almost melted away. There were only small stubs left and the flames were growing dimmer. This caused him to heave a small sigh. All this time had been wasted because of that damn Izaya. Heh, how ironic. Perhaps it had been an accurate reflection of Aila's life. Wasting it over that pathetic excuse for a man.

After a moment of silent pause, Asch eventually walked over to stand next to Aila's casket. He stood there, gazing down at the girl that had been his partner, with an unreadable expression.