Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-28358106-20170528223723

"This is a surprise. I hadn't expected you to care.  Although, it doesn't really matter, does it?  As soon as you begin to care, that 'goddess' of yours flips the switch, yanking the strings of her most prized puppet, and off you go, like a good little crusader."

He folds his arms. "That's right, Jorge. I had you pegged a long time ago.  You aren't a champion, or even a decent fighter.  You're a thug.  At one time you might have been a decent person, but you decided that having the power to bully everyone without consequence was preferable to actually having a soul, actually having to make decisions on your own.  You blindly march to a tune that only you can hear, and your 'goddess' cleans up after you.  But not any more.  You want to know why?"

He steps forward and squats so he is eye level, his arms resting on his knees, his soaked clothes making a horrible fleshy sound.

"Because you are almost done. That's right.  Your usefulness to that voice in your skull has almost come to an end.  You could have spent all your time up to this point investing in the people that could help you when you fall, but you've lied to them, and used them, and destroyed them.  I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, I tried to overlook all the signs that you were actually a right bastard who deserved what he got.  But I'm not going to ignore them now."