Alright.
We'll talk about it later.
I don't want to travel; can I just stay in the hotel?
Really? That's great. I've long wanted to ditch those two idiots.
For Ash, there are plenty of perfunctory answers, given that Sonia's invitation is so subtle, subtle enough for him to pretend it's really just a trip. After all, this isn't the right time for a detailed conversation; any moment now the Angel Hunt could end, or she might be sent back. Just going through the motions allows him to continue avoiding the issue.
The rope always breaks at the weakest point, and the innocent party is always the first to get hurt.
But Ash can't do that.
He can't pretend not to see the plea and sorrow in the girl's eyes. She's like a garbage bag fluttering on the street, doubting if it's filled with unwanted air.
