[After what feels like far too long, the dregs of sleep finally tug at Asher's eyelids.
"I'm here."
That's the last he hears of the other's voice before everything starts getting hazy and his body finally begins to shut down. Asher has spent the week flipping back and forth between anger, sadness, and fear, but in the arms of someone he trusts, he's finally able to experience peace.
Safety is something he'd taken for granted back home, because he's had the privilege of being protected by not just his father, but society and the law. Space and time travel are far less forgiving, more merit-based in their selection, which seems to solely rely on survival of the fittest. Take away his race and social status, and what is he really fit to do?
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"I'm here."
That's the last he hears of the other's voice before everything starts getting hazy and his body finally begins to shut down. Asher has spent the week flipping back and forth between anger, sadness, and fear, but in the arms of someone he trusts, he's finally able to experience peace.
Safety is something he'd taken for granted back home, because he's had the privilege of being protected by not just his father, but society and the law. Space and time travel are far less forgiving, more merit-based in their selection, which seems to solely rely on survival of the fittest. Take away his race and social status, and what is he really fit to do?
Knock out in a hot monk's embrace, apparently.]