At Athena's question, Aiden sighed weakly, glancing at his friend who was bent on believing that Master Shen's death hadn't been an accident.
Was it too hard to believe that a strong karate master could have simply given up the ghost out of a heart attack? Was that even to be considered far-fetched, considering the inconsiderate and wicked family members that surrounded him?
Why was she being so hard on herself? He wondered. Couldn't she just let sleeping dogs lie? He would have stopped the questioning—for the sake of its uselessness—but there was something in her resolve, her determined face, that made him hold back. He knew she had to learn the lesson herself, feel the sting of accepting reality on her own.
Didn't Ewan mention that he cared too much? Another tired sigh escaped him as he directed his gaze to Morgan.
The latter, which met Athena's gaze tiredly, with an emotion akin to curiosity—albeit weak—in his eyes.
