Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170406225247/@comment-30014014-20170407031630

"Strange..." ''he utters. In a rare omen, his voice deluded no trace of doubt. Mere confusion. By then, his instability returns. Oscar looks at her, then at the floor, then at the dying flames of cobalt, an indication of his dwindling spirit energy ''

"...this is such a strange way you monsters work. I...I don't know if this is some kind of irony..." ''he continues, his warping eyes not longer present. If she could see under that helm, she would witness a man staring at the past.''

"...master...is this...happening because of the time before I've met you...are they so adamant on...forgiveness..."