Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171223002454

(S9)

Jorge drops his helmet and reaches for a white cloth and brings it up to wipe his sweat covered brow. He almost makes contact before realizing what he was doing. He drops the rag and instead wipes the prespiration with his gauntleted hands before answering Ashe's question.

"Bad dream... Really bad dream... I just. Just had a dream of home and well..."

The knight pauses, unsure whether he should tell her the truth of his situation or just talk around it.

"I had a dream of my old home, my family... It's the reason I can't go back you know?"

"I can't go back and say goodbye. I couldn't be there for my daughter when she needed me."

...

"It was a real nightmare."