"You know, I’ve always preferred to do it myself," Ashe said as you silently braided his hair. The restraints of a straitjacket bit into his arms, but it didn’t bother him much. The repetitive motion of your hands, though, was strangely soothing.

After some time, he started humming a melody. The tune carried him away to simpler times, and memories of his sister braiding his hair when they were younger appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes briefly, allowing the nostalgia to wash over him. They'll be back soon, he reminded himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Eventually, Ashe broke the silence. "Are you wondering if I regret it? All the things I've done?"