Asher sat in the recreation center, watching the sevens and eights as they played. As he’d gotten older, he played less with them and more just watched them, since he had more strength and would in general have a much larger advantage. It sucked, but, it was what it was. He bit into the apple he’d taken from the snack basket, thinking for a moment, when he saw.. Jonas.

Jonas was regarded by the elders (and therefore everyone) as highly unstable. He stayed in the Annex, in his living quarters, and rarely left. He dressed weird and did something dangerous nine years ago. Back when they were both 13s (if they were still counting). Asher frowned, watching him as he just walked aimlessly. Just strolling along, his weird shoes clicking against the ground.