Witnessing His Own AscensionMost people read the surface and stopped there. The set of his jaw, the angle of his chin, the way he held himself all read as armor. What they missed was that the armor had been earned, not assumed, built piece by piece over years of absorbing things that would have broken someone softer. Witnessing His Own Ascension is the portrait of a man who looks like the hardest person in the room and is quietly the most tender, someone who had simply learned