[There's that thrumming in his chest again, the knowing and unknowing. Asher is aware that this is not a matter of right and wrong, as neither of them are blameless. The glaring symbol of his own crimes is what makes his face visible, glowing as it may.]

What if it'd been you?

[Warnings are warnings, sure, but that doesn't change certain circumstances.

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time-]

What if you had gotten into a fight with your boyfriend, or your dad-

[Asher words are painted with too much color for the situations to truly be hypothetical.]

Or run away from home because your family couldn't bear to look at you, for something you couldn't change?

[Those people who had died, they could have easily been any one of his close friends.]

This isn't normal.

[His volume doesn't change as they must keep from drawing attention to themselves, though it's clear from the look in his eyes and the way he stumbles over his syllables that he is pretty damn upset.]

I don't care where the hell you are from-

[A breath.]

This isn't normal!

If there is something you aren't telling me, and you think you can just lie to me like that...

[Then, a flare of the nostrils.]

You're wrong.