Asch let out a sound of protest as he was grabbed, his face and his chest throbbing. Still, he wasn't about to object (at least, at the moment), unconsciously holding onto Luke's hand tight as he was dragged to his feet. He stumbled after the replica, ignorant of the death glare that was being aimed at him by his Shadow.

The darker half let out an irate noise, rubbing the spot he had been pegged at with the pipe, before letting his hand drop. He took his replica's hand, letting out a scoff.

"It doesn't matter. Our time is almost up," he sneered, his yellow eyes gleaming as they watched the real Luke and Asch bolt down the street, slowly fading away as the Dark Hour came to a close.