ASHER
This is like that time I was twelve, when my uncle beheaded one of his guards in the middle of his throne room. The guard’s offence? He had none. He had merely been a messenger, relaying intel from one of the elders stationed at one of the border towns. Apparently, something had happened—another rogue attack meant to ridicule the crown— and it pissed his majesty off so much that he sliced the guard’s head right off with his hand.
This experiment, this next ground breaking discovery in the world of science, it reminds me of that incident from when I was twelve. But this time, I am older. I do not let my distress show. I do not throw up all over my shoes. Or give Kane more ammo to use against me. I keep my face completely neutral, listening as general Dante provides more context.
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