Rasmus sat across from Aider, noticing the emptiness in Aider's eyes. If there was a moment when someone tried to bury their unwanted memories in the back of their mind, this was that moment. He could see Aider trying to use his madness to shred that memory of the offering ceremonial.
"What was that, Count?" Aider asked, his eyes filled with mental exhaustion. "What kind of world is this? I can no longer recognize it anymore," he said as he looked at Krus' face in his hands, wondering if he wanted to put it back on because that memory would immediately come back to haunt him.
"The more you know the less you'll understand, that's the law of nature. Knowledge is a curse rather than a blessing, it's always has been," Rasmus answered, sliding a glass of whiskey over to Aider. "Those who know choose to turn a blind eye, not out of fear but out of safety," he watched Aider take the glass and emptied it in a single gulp.
