"Your mother?" A person from Asahi's followers recited as he looked over to the shattered and torn statue next to him. "What about her?"
"She…" Asahi was at a loss for words. For several years, the disappearance of his parents had always remained a mystery to him. Matter-in-fact, there were no clues nor were there hints given to him up until this moment.
But despite having experienced the calamity himself, not once could he recognize that memory given to his head.
"Asahi, what's the matter?" Kendra asked as her eyes caught notice of Asahi's pale and cold face. "You look… empty."
Though he knew what had occurred to him was enough to break his heart, Asahi refused and resisted, choosing to lie to them instead.
"Nothing…" Asahi said with a honeyed and false smile.
"Are you sure?" Said a follower covered in wooden armor painted in black.
"Yes…" He replied with a strangulated voice, keeping his one trembling eye closed. "I'm… f… fine."
