Eren processed every detail of the Lazarus Project along with the implications it held in his head as he smoked. When he finished his smoke, the butcher felt like a buzzing noise in his head had finally been put to rest. Like he had shed a skin.
He felt like he didn't need the smoke to deal with his nightmares. In fact, he didn't feel like he would have nightmares at all.
'Don't worry. I'll not abandon you. A necessity has become a choice. That's all.'
The butcher looked at the smoke he was holding and began to speak to it. Contrary to the indications, he was perfectly sober when he said it.
He looked at Layla who was looking at him with keen interest and a mild smile plastered on her face. As he drew the last breath from him almost burned out Stellar Sativa roll, the butcher addressed her.
"It seems you couldn't find such a vessel. Aren't there any arrays or potions you can use to find the right one for your needs? Then we can worry about how to take her hostage."
