[…For a moment there I almost got fooled. You are getting better at this,] a voice reached Asher's hearing, but he remained composed with the smile on his face as he pushed the wheelchair through a corridor after they had gotten off an elevator, now arriving at a door.
"Let me just get my card. I'll be quick," she said, then placed her hand on the knob. A clicking sound was heard, and the door swung open on its own. She then rolled inside while he waited outside.
'I thought deeply about what you said,' he mused as the door closed, leaning against it.
[Concerning what?]
'Concerning my display of emotions… I can't portray what I can't feel, right?' he replied.
[Right… So?]
'I found a solution to the problem.'
[Solution? How?] This time the voice sounded confused. It was certain Asher's emotions were still fully restrained. Aside from the incident with the trigger—that young woman they had spoken to—there was probably no other way to trigger his emotions.
