[ Yesterday's events and a few of personal encounters have left Lawrence a little worse for wear. Perhaps, physically, he's doing fine. Rest hasn't come easily to one who's heard the sounds of explosions so close. His ears might still be ringing, to be quite honest. He's finally wiped the grit and sweat from his face, but now his mind is weaker than it normally would be. He's smiling to himself as he covers his neck with the collar of his coat.

Was he hiding something? Who knows.

The audio is clear and cut to the point when the feed comes on. His voice has stabilized and calmed, but perhaps it's not such a good thing after all.

He could see Royce in the corner of his eye. He could almost feel him, claws wanting to grip his neck, wasn't it? Grab a hold of the host once more, right? That's all he wanted to do.

But no, Lawrence felt it would be better to go somewhere familiar by himself to feel better.

So he was at the farm. To his surprise and relief, seeing the animals still stirring honestly made him feel quite better. He hushed his voice down as he approached one of the horses in the barn. ]

Well, aren't you beautiful?

[ There's a pause and a rustle. ]

Ah- calm down, I would much rather starve than eat you. You're fine, to think you're still alive is a miracle on itself. Do you come back to life too? Are you stuck in this rewind like the rest of us?

I really can't believe...

[ Right, Lawrence turned on the feed for a reason, didn't he? ]


...Magic's not very common in a lot of worlds, is it? I know Anders is an advocate for it, certainly- but there's been quite a few folk here who've never even seen it. It's not very scary if you know how to handle it, and - well, perhaps it's not very scary to me because I can't necessarily harm myself with my magic.

[ He pauses to think... ]

That's right, what am I saying? Already forgetting the flicker of life and how it struggles in my own world. One day, it'll just consume us all, swallow us and eat us for dinner. Magic, I mean.

It doesn't bother me too much. Perhaps worrying about that is a little bit out of reach. Right now, there's plenty of things willing to snuff the life out of us all.

[ He laughs, or perhaps it's simply a light scoff ]

Vines today, isn't it? Quite the creepy little things.

Radar, I suppose we'll go to the mall later. Is that alright? I'll be in the farm if necessary.

... I'll probably be here for a while, to be quite honest.

I want to make sure there's enough food to go around, right? Sometimes, the best food is the kind you grow yourself, less chance of being poisoned or rotting if you tend it yourself.

...

So I hope.