"You're going to stay here." Lawrence's expression was unintelligible, but his lips curled in a slight frown. He was staring at you from his bed, sitting with his shoulders sunk down. He looked so relaxed yet so tense, and it made the gears in your head turn. You can almost hear him grit his teeth. "And you are... you are going to die here." He mumbles as if for only you to hear— and it sounded like he was almost convincing himself. Convincing himself you were going to die here.