Seeing Asher fall into his thoughts while making various expressions and clenching his fist, Malrik could already guess his little brother was worrying about the villagers who had died. And as for how Malrik had come to his conclusion, it was simple, since Asher had started behaving this way at the mere mention of that father and son, and they were responsible for the only blemish on his otherwise perfectly executed mission.
"Nobody is perfect, little brother," Malrik spoke as he gazed at the Knights on the other side of the building, who were training diligently, "you are still a growing child, you are allowed to try and fail, allowed to fall and rise again, although you are smart, plans do not always go a hundred percent according to how you envision them," he stated calmly as his blue hair danced with the wind while a faint yet reassuring smile rested on his lips, his tone carrying both experience and quiet understanding.
