Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190714142100

The bright grazes it by his concealed sight. Whispers come about: groaning, and death wishes. The dark spoke through his hand, once again prone to express his annoyance at the sseming suicide run everyone takes to.

"It is as they wish, my gemini..." The bright speaks to himself and his counterpart merged, now walking toward said tower with no more to say.