Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181225225404

Host Prad considers the question. Curiosity? For his host? "You ask for the boy? What a sudden change of character. You didn't seem to give a toss about him the moment we embarked on this...little journey".

Regardless, he makes a full turn to his interloper, the gate dimed in response to this turn of events. He raises his hands forward "Me? A split personality? Perhaps. I am human after all, a trait both I and the boy share in this derelict. The one layer he can return to as to avoid a cruel fate among those subservient to your liege..." His barren hand responds in a almost fully-clenched fist simply to drive the message home.

'"Or maybe, a spectator from so far away. In time? In spacial distance? Both." 'His other hand coated in a blacke metallic glove rises to meet his resonation.

"You could forward one of your hypothesis and either would be correct. But, why ask these questions? What have you to gain from such a frail human to begin with?" His tone turns mocking and sardonic, questioning the count's sanity at what he had seen to be trivial inquiries.

"But you asked. The boy, how does he feel about my...influence? The same way one such as us could feel while in a second state. Instincts of survival, fight or flight. I could qualify as his own sense of self-preservation. Although I must admit, he still carries the same naive eyes of a optimistic child, convinced those that surround you would avoid flaying him alive. A thought that gravitates close even while speaking of your second meeting. A tone of anger, similar to those from the damned world, sending him trembling with such fright. Oh how easily the human mind of today is to forgive, really..."