You're the one who lost a brother and then found him again, only to find out he doesn't remember you. [Belle thinks, briefly, that she may be the Wise of this family. It's such a horrifying thought that she internally recoils from it.] Your pain doesn't rank lower than his.

[God, this guy. This is a fun thing to watch in a movie, but boy does she hate seeing it in real life. She pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh.

This is muttered just softly enough for Zelos to hear:] You look younger than me, you little...ugh.

[Then she focuses up on Asch again.]

He's going to get hurt. But continuing the swordsman analogy—I'd rather he got hurt surrounded by people who love him, in a controlled area, with support and care for any wounds he might sustain in training, than get hurt by his memories because somebody attacked him and he didn't know how to react. [A beat. Then, to Zelos:] That makes sense, right? I've only seen swordfights in movies.

[She's not a fighter! She's just good with hacking and solving puzzles.]

You don't need to be alone, Asch. Neither does he. Right now...he needs his brother.