[Asher finally plops down onto the bed, although he does not let go of Jin's hand.
He hears the sound of a woman crying amidst the backdrop of waves crashing, then a gunshot. Suddenly, he is in his father's study again, although there is no sound accompanying the images that come flooding back, only the bitter, disappointed look on that old croon's face as he ushered his own flesh and blood out the door.]
Yeah, I did.
[The air is still around them as Jin hovers about. Asher doesn't really take notice of anything but the dead space in front of him, forcing the next few words out like an object being thrust from a windpipe.]
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He hears the sound of a woman crying amidst the backdrop of waves crashing, then a gunshot. Suddenly, he is in his father's study again, although there is no sound accompanying the images that come flooding back, only the bitter, disappointed look on that old croon's face as he ushered his own flesh and blood out the door.]
Yeah, I did.
[The air is still around them as Jin hovers about. Asher doesn't really take notice of anything but the dead space in front of him, forcing the next few words out like an object being thrust from a windpipe.]
Sometimes I feel like I'm not important.