Asher shifts uncomfortably in his place at the edge of the cell, leaning as far against the wall as possible. Silence is one of the things he hates most, partly because of what it does to you. Quiet forces a person to ruminate deeply about one's circumstances, and once again Asher is reminded that in his life he has gotten many opportunities that he may not have deserved.
Even this chance is a blessing in disguise- He's still alive tonight, and he has one person to thank for that.]
This is your fault.
[Way to go, Asher.
His face and stomach ache, as do his knuckles, which are now purple in color.]
If you hadn't insisted on bugging me back there, when I was minding my own business-
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Asher shifts uncomfortably in his place at the edge of the cell, leaning as far against the wall as possible. Silence is one of the things he hates most, partly because of what it does to you. Quiet forces a person to ruminate deeply about one's circumstances, and once again Asher is reminded that in his life he has gotten many opportunities that he may not have deserved.
Even this chance is a blessing in disguise- He's still alive tonight, and he has one person to thank for that.]
This is your fault.
[Way to go, Asher.
His face and stomach ache, as do his knuckles, which are now purple in color.]
If you hadn't insisted on bugging me back there, when I was minding my own business-
[don't spit that's not cute at all]
None of this would have happened.