[He responds with a look of mild contempt, more distraught than truly angry.]

I'm just tired.

[Truth be told, he is tired.

Tired of losing friends, tired of being hungry, and tired of fucking up.

Asher wants to go home, but home is not his apartment in Philadelphia anymore, it is his dorm room in the halls of Oska with everyone else to keep him company.

Not every else is there anymore, though.]

And I'm a little out of it after the whole prison thing.

I don't know how I feel about all my personal s-

[Asher swallows hard.]

Stuff bein' out there.