Ambrose was perched on the end of library chair, legs pulled in close to his chest. He resembled something of a frightened bird. He couldn't get all those awful images out of his head. It was seared into his head, the dangling body of a fellow student. And Ambrose knew down to his core, that was the intended purpose of the death. To remind him that he was being watched. And that thing had accomplished his mission flawlessly. He was so lost in his own head, he barely noticed Caleb entering the room until he spoke up.

Ambrose looked at Caleb with slightly widened eyes, listening to his description of the monster sent chills down his spine. Ambrose shook his head and ran his hand through his black curls, "I know you're sorry." He murmured quietly, and looked away from Caleb quickly. He couldn't bear to look at him without thinking of how horrible everything had been.

But surprisingly, he was relieved when they gave the two time to speak alone. But he kept his eyes pinned to the library table, looking at the carvings of initials that looked like they've been there for a long while. "Yeah... I guess we can talk." He said with a small shrug. "I mean... What is there to say?"