The Hard Truth

"That was absolutely insane!" Nathan exclaimed as he climbed down from the tree.

Vincent turned to face him, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he patted his jacket, checking for any stain of blood. To his relief, there were none.

"Glad you enjoyed the show," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and humor "But don't you feel anything after seeing all this blood?" 

Nathan paused, his gaze sweeping over the mangled corpses surrounding them. A touch of shock  washed over him, but to his surprise, he found himself strangely unaffected by the gruesome sight. The memories that Denise had once erased from his mind seemed to have left an permanent mark on his psyche, bestowing upon him an unusually high tolerance for such gruesome scenes.

As he processed the horrifying reality before him, Nathan couldn't help but wonder if this newfound apathetic side was a blessing or a curse.

"Surprisingly , No" he shook his head.