Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190509055112

"Well..." His hand move away, only...his mask. Separated in color. Black and white. Bright and dark. His voice is culled, leaving the silence behind.

It returns...in discord. Violence and peace breach the face behind the wear "Well, would you look at that?! They want to see it!" The dark of his mask shines in an anti-thesis, pulling the strings of Joseph's nerves to a hostile stance, his side now permeated in series of harsh colors "You don't listen all that well, DO YOU?! Are your ears clogged?! Are you devoid of any auditary senses?! Exactly what do you think you're going to find down here?! Huh?! There're nothing down here, you cro-magnons! Nothing but torment!"

"I'm afraid he is not wrong. Whatever you seek in the abyss, I do not believe it yield the answer you seek..." The bright side of his mask now takes over, the tone of his movement in accordance to soothing shapes as opposed to harsh currents "This abyss you seek to plunge in...you may not enjoy what regrets it has to offer..."