Asa ate his breakfast quietly. He pondered this silence... it wasn't nearly as heavy as the one that echoed through the house at that time. His uncle still wasn't home, probably out somewhere hungover. Hopefully he hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble. Even the cat had snuck off somewhere into the wilds. It was just Asa and silence. That combination reflected the boys life since the incident three years ago. It was hard to make friends as someone who had all his bonds violently severed at a young age, but he tried. Asa got up. Since he'd finished his breakfast, there wasn't really any reason to stay in a place that made him feel so down, so he wandered out the front door.

It seemed trivial, that is, the amount of people in the city. It's not like they all knew each other. If one died they could be easily replaced in the economic network that the city had formed, and yet how it effected individuals held extreme weight. In other words, one person's death would have more of an effect on certain people than the death of half the city would. That was just a theory though. Asa continued along his way with no particular destination in his mind.