Lawrence cocks his head like he doesn't know what you mean. "Really? That's easy. I work for the same thing you do. Virginia." He smiles. "The Dead Antlered God. That's what this is all about, isn't it?" A mocking edge slips into his words and makes your blood boil. "Or… maybe you're the one who needs to be reminded of that." Oh God… he's a true believer. No one more zealous than a convert, right?

Your heart beats for blood. Just a taste, just a cut. One little hole to open the deluge. It takes a lot of effort but you keep it in check

"That's how you got like this, isn't it?" Lawrence continues, undaunted, looking you over. "I mean… I knew you in school, Kyle. You weren't like this. Not until the end." He sounds a little sympathetic. "Things were bad for you and Candi, but then something changed, right? You found her." He nods toward the party and you realize he means Virginia. "She made you strong. She gave you something that made you strong, didn't she?"

He's less right than he thinks, but more right than not. What's the point of telling him any of that though? You say nothing.

"So… what are you going to do? Kick my ass? Threaten me?" Lawrence asks. "Why? Cause you don't think I'm good enough for your sister?"

Maybe he doesn't know about you and Candi. I wonder how he'd feel about that.


>[Make him regret talking to you like that]
>"You know I'm fucking her, right?"
>"There's a pecking order here, from Virginia, to my sister, to me. We call the shots."
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