Despite the tumultuous emotions pressing down on Ashton's chest, he did not vent.
His face only looked twisted in rage for about a few seconds before regaining its calm. After taking a few deep breaths, neutrality resumed on his visage.
Those emotions aren't gone, oh no. They're not being suppressed either. They're controlled. Secured within the depths of Ashton's heart.
Now is not the time for him to release them. Neither, this is a place to rampage. The time for that will come in the future. Not now...
"...I never thought that our race was supposed to be the Lords of this lands. Certainly doesn't feel like it." Ashton lied as naturally as breathed.
Well, it isn't exactly a lie per se...though he might sound sarcastic, there's a certain truth in his words. After all, if humans truly have such a destiny, then why are they corraled in a measly bubble?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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