Aya had to wonder if they came from different universes after all. He had walked out on Weiss the last time more than five or six years ago, and every last one of those times he had came back. Schuldig's numbers were also royally fucked. The fact that Schuldig's information about him was also five or six years old was not enough to explain. It was pointless to even think about answering that. Completely pointless.

"You're not supposed to like Weiss, Schuldig," he said calmly. It felt slightly odd that the German came across this childish after all the years Aya had thought of him as someone he ought to fear to some extend. It was really hard to accomplish that right now.

"But, since you insist being an ass. I'll give you this," maybe having something to argue about would make it easier to storm off. Goodbye, Schuldig. "I've been the leader of Weiss for some years. And came back the moment Weiss was reformed, even if it meant I had to take a gun to my own head to do so. You obviously know nothing about me. I don't know why you expected help from me either, I don't excel in the mindfuck department."

He shrugged slightly, focusing his sleepy gaze at the German. "And Schuldig, just an advice for the future, even I know that you're not asking for help when you come with your guns blazing like that. If you were really thinking about Yohji, your approach would have been completely different."

Despite his desire to get rid of Schuldig, Aya was prepared to block a hit or two. He always was when in close proximity to Schwarz.