In hindsight, this really wasn't much of an improvement. It did help Brendan focus on things that weren't related to his supremely complicated identity crisis, but when that just meant he was panicking over the possibility of encountering a stitched monstrosity, festering corpse, or, god forbid, a freaking ghost like the ones he'd seen in those Japanese horror films Mary had made him watch, it... well, it wasn't much better. At all. What if they ran into something incorporeal again and Lance couldn't fight it off? That had happened before, hadn't it?

"Yes, I remember," he said shortly, tightening his grip on his bat. It was impossible to hide the thread of fear in his voice, but he did the best he could, not wanting L-- Suzaku to worry. Like that was going to happen. "It's not like I can forget after rewriting that monster report so many times." He really, really wished he could, though.