"You're all sweaty, here, wipe your forehead."
"Tired? Want me to carry you for a bit? Have some candy to boost your energy!"
"Need a massage? I've learned muscle relaxation techniques from Harvey—they should work on living people too!"
After a brief inner struggle, Ash accepted the Observer's kindness.
Ash knew that the Phantom Banjee was just a temporarily created clone, and he was ready to kill it without hesitation, never softening because of past memories.
Perhaps it was because he was thrown into Shattered Lake Prison upon arrival, or maybe it was because his companions were always social outcasts like Igula and Harvey, but Ash had unconsciously adapted to the rules of this world—or rather, had flexibly altered his own moral baseline.
He had come to accept the necessity of killing because fate is more enigmatic than drama—even a Mage with Miracle sometimes faces the choice of "harm others or cease to exist."
