Damien looked over at her then. Yes.. of course, that was an important question. Perhaps it was asked because it would help to convey emotion from the drawing. "I felt..." He paused, remembering it. "Surprised. And.. afraid. Very afraid. Shocked to see this, see how one person could really DO something like this to another. I saw this.. rage, this hate in his eyes. Terrified me." He knew that look. He'd seen it before in those filled with fanaticism, who wanted to take his life just because of his birth, for being born different, and for what he might do three decades later.
"That was when he attacked," he said quickly. "He was on some drug, but that rage was there. It.. chilled me to the core." And that was the truth. He had felt such helplessness at the time. And a bit of sadness that he wouldn't see his new friends again, but he wasn't going to admit that part. He was better now, though. "It was only because a friend helped patch me up that I survived.. and the attack, it wasn't.. too bad. Only the shoulder. Could have been worse, though. And at least the girl was able to get away too." He paused. "Is there.. anything else I can say that will help you on this?"