Vyers whipped his head back toward Laharl. "ME?! I did nothing!" he snapped back. "Why in the world would I do this to myself?!" Why did he always have to get blamed for everything? There were things out there that were simply out of his control, after all! He turned his back to the boy, trying to look through the grass. "We should return to the city," he decided, his annoyance showing through in his voice. "Hopefully someone in there knows how to fix this."

Why did the grass have to be so tall? He only hoped all of this wouldn't last very long. There was so little he could do while he was in such a state, not to mention how embarrassing it would be if someone saw him like this. He shuddered at the thought. If only he could get a clear view...

The eyes in the darkness went unnoticed, Vyers being too busy in his frustrated attempts to tear down the grass.