Lucius walked out of the theater a changed man.
No, not enlightened or inspired — completely changed in a way that left him questioning his life choices.
He was horrified, utterly horrified, and if he was being honest, mostly horrified at himself for agreeing to this in the first place.
"That was a good movie." Esmeralda's satisfied sigh carried a tone of smugness, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.
It was, in fact, the first time she had ever watched a movie with someone else. Because of that, she decided she needed to act tough.
Even if she had clutched the armrest with white knuckles during half the scenes, and even if her heart was still racing, she would never admit how close she'd come to hiding her face.
"Let's agree not to watch that again."
"I agree," Lucius muttered, massaging his forehead like a man who had just seen into the abyss. "This was worse than The Hollow Man. At least that one was… tolerable."
