239 Thibault's Folly

Stalwart moved on from one memory to another until he found the strongest one. He found himself in Yanoku's streets again. He was walking beside a terrified Sam. He was taller now. He'd also grown stronger. Agatha was at his heels, whispering curses as they went. 

"I told you that Stalwart boy was nothing but bad news," she hissed. "You never listen, boy! I told you to stay away from him." 

Sam turned around to face his aunt. His face was contorted in anger. He pointed a finger at her, opened his mouth then closed it again. His nostrils were flared, and he had difficulty breathing. 

"What's on your mind, boy?" Agatha asked in a condescending manner. She had her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and half a smirk plastered on her face. Her yellow eyes stared at the young man with great disapproval. "Got anything to defend your worthless friend?" she asked. "Say something!" 

"Shut up, Agatha!" he hissed. He turned away and kept walking, faster this time.