Lysandra felt somewhat relieved seeing Dusk's attitude toward life still remained incredibly positive.
She was about to step outside to take care of some errands when suddenly she remembered something and stopped to remind him.
"Don't act recklessly," she warned. "I'm afraid if you get into another accident, you really might die this time."
"Don't worry," Dusk smiled as he replied, "I'm not going to die, at least not today."
After all, he didn't believe that anything worse could possibly happen today—things had already gone too far.
Lysandra nodded in agreement before leaving.
...
Not long after, Dusk suddenly sensed something was terribly wrong. He was clearly lying in his room when he suddenly caught the scent of something burning.
'Damn it, you've got to be kidding me. This can't really be a fire,' he thought.
As the smell of smoke grew stronger, coupled with the fact that he was still blind, Dusk realized now was no time to hesitate—he had to run.
