Asher could be seen walking down the hallway of the Wargrave family building; he had just finished his meeting with Azaron, so now he was walking back to his room. But this time, Asher's footsteps were noticeably slower as he walked; upon his face, a small smile hung as though he was happy, quietly and almost absentmindedly lost in thought, his usual composure softened by a rare and unfamiliar warmth.
The reason Asher was smiling was simply because of the time he had just shared with Azaron; his perfect memory couldn't help but replay it endlessly and obsessively at the moment, each word and subtle gesture looping within his mind with almost unnatural clarity. He had never known the love of a father; despite giving up on his parents in his past life as Ethan, just as much as they had given up on him, his emotions couldn't help but stir, rising in quiet contradiction to the indifference he once believed he had accepted.
