Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170228125218

Marcus looks up from the burning bodies and sees his sword planted in the ground. Unlike himself, Marcus does not move to claim the great blade, his attention returns to his kin as he watches them burn away. He reviews every moment, conversation, fight and interaction he's had sense meeting Cyndwella, his life changed forever.

[What am I to do now?] He thinks to himself, slowly his body returns to normal. His hair shortens, his claws change back to human hands, the protruding bones sink back into his skin. Despite the immense pain he does not scream or wince. He just stares at what remains of a family he never embraced.

"Do I go find Cyndwella?"

[Find her? You have no idea where she is....]

"Well I can't leave her to that swamp."

[You can't just leave your country and your family either. Would you really turn your back with everything that has happened to them for even one more second, just for Cyndwella. The many outweigh the few.]

"But Cynd, what if she's waiting for me?"

[Waiting for you? All you two ever did was fight and bicker. She didn't like it here, remember? What makes you think she wants to come back, or even see you? How do you know she even remembers you? Your thinking selfishly. It isn't about you or what you want, it's about what she wants.... and you know this.]