Lawrence had been listening patiently as his wife recounted that day they had not spoken about in decades.
Time-wise, it would have been a recent memory for most magical beings, while for humans, it would have felt like a lifetime ago.
And yet, surprisingly, to Lawrence it had taken permanent residence somewhere inside him, so that every now and then he could not help but relive it.
But who would have thought he would one day talk about it like this?
Even now, like a fresh experience, he could still recall the dizzying smell of blood, the sudden jolt that tore a gasp out of him, and the way he nearly lost his sanity when his eyes managed to take in the sight of everyone around him.
If his experience had ended there, and if he had truly survived with that sight as his last memory, he was almost certain he would have lost his mind.
How ironic for someone who had always been praised for managing his emotions.
