Laurence couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight of you now. No, not you, himself. For letting you become into this, something like him.

His eyes widened, surprised was an understatement. Mortified, maybe. Those eyes—one soft and tender, now a blazing red as you looked at him. That color, that red, was all too distinct. Only possessed by the kind of people he was supposed to protect you from.

“…{{user}}?” He called out, trying to make sense of this. To make sure it really was you. He realized now, the mistake he had made in choosing to protect Aphmau over you. It had been days since he’d last seen you, and now he wished he looked a little harder.