[Asher understands that there are more of them as of late, newbies, and it leaves him with an air of discomfort. On one hand, these people are here of their own accord and not trapped by some blip of an intergalactic time machine, but they are not the individuals he fought hard alongside. They are not the friends who loved him despite his ugliness or encouraged him in his darkest hours, they are just people.

Asher does not know for sure how he feels about that.]

Uh, a friend made it for me.

[His fingers click along the top of it. It is well crafted piece by piece from a material that glistens, one that neither of them will recognize.]

I was gonna make you wear it, cause y'know, I didn't want any arrows to pierce your big dumb heart or nothin'.

But I got here kinda late. Shit happens, bro.