He stared at the glowing red orbs in the hands of the person who had given him a new purpose in life.
During the training camp, he had realised how inferior someone with his talents was treated.
Despite not being the lowest-ranked talent, he was treated like trash by everyone.
No one even bothered to look at him twice when they learned of his talent.
At some point, dark thoughts began to emerge from deep within him. He wanted to end everything and rest eternally.
For people in his situation, the first thought that usually came to their minds was the sorrow their families would go through because of them, and how they would be missed.
But Ashton knew this was impossible.
If he were to die today, his family would be the happiest, knowing that their trash of a son was dead.
Fortunately, he had a friend.
Someone just like him, who understood him to the core.
Logan was always there for him, despite possessing the same trash-ranked talent.
