[Kind words of encouragement, no matter how few and far between, always manage to make Asher feel a little better. Zenyatta's gentleness is palpable, unlike his father's cold words and Annalise's constant dissatisfaction. For the first time in a long while, he doesn't feel like a disappointment.
Shit.
How long has it been?]
Yeah.
For now.
[Asher focuses his attention on the family, some of whom are whispering in hushed tongues. He can't blame them for being afraid, as the notion of magic being real... It disturbs him, too.]
Thank you.
[The words are accompanied by a slight tilt of the head, precisely in their direction.]
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Shit.
How long has it been?]
Yeah.
For now.
[Asher focuses his attention on the family, some of whom are whispering in hushed tongues. He can't blame them for being afraid, as the notion of magic being real... It disturbs him, too.]
Thank you.
[The words are accompanied by a slight tilt of the head, precisely in their direction.]