"How do they know that's not just another otherworldly creature with wings?" I asked.
"Couldn't that be anything? Why be scared of a bat-winged thing and not a Bone Dragon?"
Henry chuckled.
"Hell can be a much more terror-inducing place for people who believe, especially if they have gravely sinned."
Hmmm... I thought about my vision from flipping the coin on Dr. Lawrence, which showed a past conversation between her and her grandfather in his office. I hadn't noticed any special signs there of them being hardcore believers.
I looked at the kid, who still stared at the drawing, with ongoing sparkles in his eyes.
"Ren, can you tell me something?" I asked him quietly.
The kid ripped his eyes from the paper in his hand forcefully and nodded at me with an adorable smile.
"Did the people in the Lawrence family do this often?" I first touched my forehead, my solar plexus, and then my left and right shoulders.
The kid nodded vigorously but raised a finger.
