Emery's fascination with this boy sprouted and bloomed along with every passing word. He toyed with the watch at the bottom of his pocket, the heirloom being brushed past each of his fingertips as he watched Trenton closely. At the words almost died and then didn't, his fingers stopped. "After you were stabbed, what happened? Could you describe the events that took place?"
Cases supposedly existed - albeit rarely - where something such as this was possible. It was not particularly factual, nor was it logical, but Emery was never one to brush off impossibilities - especially after the birth of his brother. The birth of his maniacal alter-ego.
"Where are my manners- Could you describe the events that took place, please?"