// int. atrium to apt #306 - day. 8th april. @thedevilworksharder
The moment Sada and Jeremiah and their gang left, tensions seemed to ease off in the atrium, if anything at least alleviating the immediate threats of death. Devan had immediately kept his eyes on the entire group here and specifically on Ashton more so than the rest. He was basically out on supervised bail and even he knew the imminent end for himself. Sada wouldn't pass of the opportunity, well, she even picked out a cell for him already.
Ashton continued help in the area, the reality starting to set in as he completely numbed himself earlier from the shock of who's dead. Mr Wexley, Lane.. Ashton numbed himself with the shock again, not wanting to break down from it all. They worked in silence until everyone was instructed to head back to their apartments for a lockdown. Ashton just wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to go to his. Sada's words might have sounded like mercy but none of the actions speaks it as so. They were pretty much the last ones left, Ashton rigidly standing there as if waiting for a begrudging order. He met Devan's gaze, cold and unemotional to steel himself from whatever they have planned. "..do I at least get to go back to my apartment before you lock me away?" Ash asked the other without much hope, as much as he wanted to make full use of the additional time Jer squeezed in for him. Loose ends to tie, things to settle, things to hide before the regime took over and he no longer owned anything as his.