[Asher stops himself mid-sentence. He refrains from using colorful language at this point in time, and his unsteady hands rest at his sides. A breath leaves his lips, the sound is something like that of a sigh.]
This is where they stationed me when I got here.
[Uncertainty takes hold of him with cold, clammy fingers. His eyes dart from the floor to the wall as he waits for a response. What can they do, kick him out? They're kids.
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[Asher stops himself mid-sentence. He refrains from using colorful language at this point in time, and his unsteady hands rest at his sides. A breath leaves his lips, the sound is something like that of a sigh.]
This is where they stationed me when I got here.
[Uncertainty takes hold of him with cold, clammy fingers. His eyes dart from the floor to the wall as he waits for a response. What can they do, kick him out? They're kids.
He's going stay, no matter what.
It's better this way.]