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"Have you ever thought about just...not logging back in?"
Asher's voice is a quiet whisper of words. And perhaps it was apt to be whispering in this late hour, as he and Hanno continued their patrol of Honeyhome. No one asked them to, no one suggested they do it; they took it upon themselves to always come back, to show up here, where the Starcalled fell, and to help. Because if they didn't do it, who the fuck would?
And it wasn't as if Asher was asking for recompense. He wasn't. He didn't want anything more than he already had. But the fact that he called himself a Lion, the fact that Levi had nearly sentenced a creature to death and therefore left them open to whatever the fuck was still coming, the fact that the only Lion he saw day after day was Hanno—none of it sat right with him. Thus, the posed question.
He turns his head to the shorter man and sighs, one hand pushing his long white locks back behind his ears. He gives a shake of his head. "I...wouldn't blame you. TerraSphere has been absolute shit recently." His chuckle is sour and his shoulders lift incrementally closer to his ears, the tension beneath the skin visible in the cords that bunch down his bare arms.
"I don't think I would, if given the chance." His tongue sneaks out, wetting his lips. "Or, I'd like to think I wouldn't, that I'd just...log out and never turn it back on again. Maybe I'd go get my Bachelors in computer science or...something. Anything other than this. But then, heh, I think about...about...this world. And there's nothing that compares to it. And I know that I'd be back."
A self-deprecating snort tumbles from his nostrils. "And I hate that."
[ @Hanno Futaba ]