Oh, the sweet mixture.
"Lucas, control."
Lucas looked at John for a few moments until the bloodlust started to subside again, and his gaze became normal.
"See, Uncle John? I can't control myself without outside help. I want to get this all out a once. But I am not getting the opportunity."
John could feel the sadness in his voice, he had the right words for a situation like this but saying something from the brain wasn't going to make things any better.
"Lucas, you have controlled it completely. Do you remember the time when you got this mark at first? Your nails elongated, your teeth became bigger, and your eyes were filled with sinisterness. It was horrible to look at you like this." John stated making Lucas remember that time again.