Laz was sitting in the backyard garden of the apartment after everyone had left to go have dinner and enjoy the night life. He claimed he had a stomach ache and would catch up shortly, just asking where they planned on going.
He had no intention of actually joining them. Instead, he was sitting on top of the grey log while looking up at the sky. There had been too many things that had happened and his mind was a mess. Sure, he could put it aside when he needed to act normal, but that didn't mean it didn't weight heavily on his mind.
But like all things, over thinking it wouldn't solve it. So Laz just sighed, letting out the bad air.
Laz reached down to his pouch in using his spiritual sense, found and retrieved the mysterious sword. Holding it in his hands, he couldn't help but think it was much heavier than the last time he held it. It felt that way now because he realized that it was far more than he had originally thought it was when he had picked it up.
