Finding himself returned to the familiar blank space -the one in which he had previously been- Lucius powerlessly dropped onto his knees.
"…was that…me?"
His pitch-black eyes, eternally stoic and emotionless, were now filled with confusion.
As his mind processed the scenes from the memory which he had just witnessed, Lucius' first reaction was to unequivocally deny it.
"No…"
"It can't be."
"That cannot be me." His tone was hurried and his voice was rather hoarse.
However, the look within his very own eyes, now filled with hesitance and confusion, denied his declaration. Rather than say he denied the happenings entirely for it being false, Lucius wanted to deny it as he believed it to be the truth.
Her voice… Her scent… Their touch…
The more times the memory replayed within his head, the more Lucius was unable to deny their veracity.
Still, he had to deny it.