'Is this really the way to go about it?' Laz stared off into the clear blue sky, the wind blowing back his hair that had been ignored for too long. There wasn't a lot of thought to go into just what he was doing, at least not as much as what others were giving him credit for. He had asked himself why he was still here, why he was doing this time and time again. His only answer to himself was that since this is where he was right now, this would be what he was focusing on.
Taking a pair of scissors in his hand, Laz began to cut back his hair by using his spiritual sense to look at it from the outside. As he cut it and bits of hair blew away in the wind, his hand slowly dropped away as his eyes clouded over.
