The switch

"I never expected to hear such words from your mouth, Laurel. You mean using this as a bait, right? Yeah that's a great idea, but it would stir the camp a little more than necessary." Oswald replied, a little concerned by the suggestion, he scratched his forearm anxiously.

Laurel heaved a sigh, his eyelid twitched and he spoke with a reproacheful tone.

"I know in times of war, there are needs and prisoners, but I can't bear chains, really. I got some memory now, not the blurry one I wanted to forget at all costs. The perfectly detailed one I wish I could forget at once. I can remember the face of my parents, even their voice, I thought it was all gone, lost in the depths of my mind, but it all surfaced back, I can't help but look into my past and clench my jaw each time I understand how rotten people have been with me."

His eyes started to turn red just by talking about his darkest memories.